17 • All Okay.
I'm a motherfucking train wreck
I don't wanna be too much
But I don't wanna miss your touch
I chuckled softly as I watch Sunny dance around the kitchen goofily. I smooth the batter out in the pan and shove it in the oven, turning so my back faces the counter.
I wipe my hands with a dish towel, a gentle smile on my lips. She turns to me, one hand out to me, the other being used as a mic.
You ain't my boyfriend
And I ain't your girlfriend
And ain't that the truth? She takes my hand pulling me around with her until I join in on her dancing.
The song finishes and she grins at me, her face flushed, breathing hard. She leans down kisses me, softly. When she pulls away she spins around, heading for the counter.
She sits on one of the island chairs and I move to sta
