Adrien
I could live like this. Sprawled all over Adrien’s naked body, sleeping in until late, swimming in the lake whenever the hell we feel like it and having no responsibilities whatsoever. Just being here, with him, f*ucking our way till Friday, relishing in sunlight and warmth. It’s almost as if the outside world doesn’t exist. As if Lysander is not smirking, quite audibly, in my head every five minutes, laughing his a*ss out the next at some kind of joke he refuses to let me in on.
Oh, no. The f*ucker just huffs and puffs and basically tells me I am an id*iot but never elaborating as to why. And he practically swoons every time Seth is near me. Meaning all the damn time. It’s like my little wolf has a crush on my… well, not boyfriend, that sounded weird even to me, but… mine. Yeah.
