“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” he asked, his voice low, his joking tone gone. “I do.” “You know I love you.” “I know.” In his own way, it was probably true. “No more excuses, Jason. Come to bed with me. Please.”
You're such a crass disgusting asshole. Last night he told you repeatedly he didn't want to sleep with you, this morning he broke down in your arms, now you're trying to get in his pants AGAIN.
— Feb 27, 2026 12:29PM
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