“Are you proposing what I think you’re proposing?”
“Cuddle sesh?” I offer.
His responding smile has me feeling things I have no right to. “Dude, you’re not going to regret this,” he says, slipping off my lap. “I’m such a good cuddler—you have no idea. You’re going down.”
these men are supposed to be in their late 20s. next stop vomit station 🧍
— Feb 27, 2025 02:58PM
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