As far as I can remember, my job was to be I don’t know what kind of relationship I have with Sage. The more time we spend together, the more I’ve grown accustomed to him. But him being all lovey-dovey? Never.
I guess that stolen kiss awakened my rough side that'd been dormant for a while. I found myself giving Sage a nice light punch on the shoulder. My response to surprise is violence, you see.
It wasn’t that strong at all, but the way he was acting like his shoulder was about to fall off was making me wince and cringe.
“How can you be vicious about a light kiss?”
“You get what you deserve,” and I mean it. Just because I can’t say no to his face doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants. I have boundaries too.
I don’t want to make a fuss in front of many people. I slowly moved b
