I’m going to jail for thirsting over a minor.
I kept my head down, keeping my eyes deeply focused on the omelet that I’d murdered brutally to keep my eyes away from. I think I finished three glasses of water as well. I might run out of the bathroom anytime soon.
Don’t look up. Don’t look up.
I repeated over and over like a mantra. I don’t know if he was doing it on purpose but Sage decided to walk out of the room, without even grabbing another top to wear while carrying me as if I didn’t know how to walk. That’s true but now I’m recovering. I can stand but walking was another issue.
Currently, I’m kind of in a situation where I’m munching on the food this hot chef cooked for me, half-naked with an apron on. I refused to go downhill more than this.
“Can’t you just wear a shirt?” I
