Samuel
I am so not proud of myself.
I should have given her Titan in the morning.
The puppy plays on her lap as she cradles him in her hands. She is still in her wedding gown, sitting on the couch, looking like an angel, beaming and giggling at the puppy. I am the lone guy forgotten and being completely ignored. She showers Titan with millions of kisses without bothering to even address the sole guy in need of attention beside her. Now that I have tasted her lips, now that have I felt how her lips felt against mine, it's hard to suppress erotic thoughts when she is around. I am going to get a hard-on without her even touching me. Again.
She always manages to do that.
She is cruel.
It's our wedding night and she chooses to play with a goddamn puppy she had met an hour ago. I am her
