Donnelly pulls the sweater over his head. It stops well above his belly-button. He smirks and leans back on the beanbag. “Fits perfect.” Luna smiles, then to me she says, “Alrighty, so me and him—we’re here for the tattoo design.” “I believe you, but that doesn’t really explain what I saw.” She clarifies, “We were in my room going over the design, and I asked him if he could show me what good head feels like.”
Lmao omg icannot
