I shift her legs and feet with force so I can sit on the bed beside her and shove her further to give me space. Letting her see I’m pissed with some subtle aggression, but it only amuses her. I know she’s not leaving, so I may as well sit down and get comfy.
“That’s because they think that’s all there is for you in this little picture-perfect bubble of Santo. He’s the best of a bunch of hormonal assholes. He’s like a sickly sweet little puppy who would never say boo and probably the only remaining homme virgin among his age group while he waits and pines on his one true love to accept it.” Eve’s expression is that of someone licking lemons, and as much as I want to argue with her and defend him, it's kind of true.
Simon has never looked in the direction of a single femme in all the years
