This reminds me of a similar conversation that I had with Ryke once upon a time. He was trying to convince me to eat cake. “Your hips also don’t have to be measured in the morning,” I told him. “They can be,” Ryke said. “Will you eat the fucking cake if I measure my hips?” “And your ass.” “You want to know the size of my ass?” His brows rose. “Yep.” “Eat the cake.” I smile more out of remembrance from that moment than out of attraction towards Ian.
aw, she misses him too
