Liv.
“I need more gym clothes! Ugh!!!”
I grunted as I tightened the strap of my bralette and adjusted my leggings so that the back part would fit well into my buttocks.
“Sabrina! Come over and help me, please!”
I yelled when I saw her enter the kitchen.
She looked like she just woke up because she was still in her nightwear, and there was a mold of face mask on her face.
“Good morning, Liv.”
This was the silence-breaking statement she said after almost two days since we had our first intimate moment.
“Please, can you help me with this bralette?”
“Just demands? It could have been nicer if at least you appreciated my presence or sent greetings.”
She snapped back at me.
She was slowly getting wilder, and this was not a good idea.
There cannot be two stubborn girls living in one ho
