"You don't want anything?" Sunniva ask, l*****g her ice-cream.
Yes I want a lot but you limped all the way down to my car so f*****g you into oblivion isn't on the menu.
"No." I shake my head as she reaches for the dial.
She seems better now, happier the way she always is. It's so foreign seeing her cry and I have now, more than once.
She hums lowly to the music as her tongue lapse up the dripping ice-cream. f**k me.
I slow down as we near her apartment hoping to extend our time. She offered me a nightcap but Luther's ridiculous a*s booked someone for the a*s c***k of f*****g dawn tomorrow morning and I don't want to wake Sunniva up early because she already works harder than any student teacher needs to work.
I should find this Mr. Rossi and nail him to his f*****g office wall b
