If this girl keeps trying to open Cordelia’s tank, I might need to put a padlock on it and set some boundaries. She’s in my room, touching all my shit while she asks me far too many questions that go unanswered. Olivia sits on the bed I just fucked her on, trying not to laugh at the look on my face when she knocks her fist on the glass and asks to hold her. I glare at Olivia, silently begging her to help. “She’s asleep,” she tells her. “Maybe Malachi can show her to you when she’s awake?” Absolutely fucking not. Molly grins. “Okay! I’m going to ask Dad when we’re ordering pizza!” Then she
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I love this entire interaction
