“I’m not hanging out with you because I feel obligated. I’m hanging out with you because I like you. You’re fucking beautiful, you’re cool as shit, you tell it like it is, and you’re a little dirty. Which I’m super down with, by the way. Not that I expect more of what happened last night, but just know my hands are one hundred percent committed to bringing you pleasure whenever you want it.” “Last night was fun.” I’m not telling him I like him too, even though I do. Every cisgendered female in our dorm is lusting after him, just like me. He needs zero in the way of an ego boost.
