I know if I lock onto those blue pools, there’s a possibility that I’ll throw her over my shoulder and we won’t make it to this event. She may fight me all the way, but the joke would be on her because I’m into that shit. Especially knowing that she’d definitely want everything I’d be giving her. I don’t miss the way Monroe looks at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention. She can tell herself she can’t stand me all she wants. But I can smell it.
