"Please tell me you're lying." I begged, letting out a sigh and closing my eyes before I let my anger reign on him.
"I'm just kidding and yes, I went through your underwear drawer. It's not like they're that big, don't flatter yourself darling"
"You're crazy Dylan, crazy. You can't go through my underwear drawer. It's wrong, you know why?"
"Cause you don't want me seeing your underwear"
"Exactly and touching them with your dirty hands"
"My hands aren't dirty" He said and scanned his palms "I just washed them"
"Whatever Dylan. Don't touch my underwear again or look at them or sense them or feel them" I said and stormed away like the badass I was.
Yeah, you know, that moment you walk away dramatically after practically yelling at someone and then you feel like you've s
