My chest heaves up and down as I spit the words out when I feel my pointer finger jab against something very hot and solid. And that’s when I realize I’m poking Max in the chest with my finger. God, wow . . . that’s . . . that’s some firm bare flesh right there.
God, this is so fucking cringe. He talks to you like you’re an idiot, takes his frustrations from his shitty life circumstances out on you, and is generally a cruel asshole. And you’re salivating after him??? Sorry, I’m questioning this woman’s intelligence.
