“Then you don’t give a fuck about the person, or the emotions, or the risks
. His words were only hollowed, his trust completely sewn into the seams of her lips and the sermon that fell from them. ” She turned to look at her counselor and gave a dry laugh, “Apparently, not wanting a guy to touch you isn’t a good enough reason for them not to touch you? They’ll just keep asking ‘Why not?’ with that stupid little smile on their face and keep doing whatever they want—drunk or not
. . I mean, the way
you're always trying to look at me and all
“Then you don’t give a fuck about the person, or the emotions, or the risks
. His words were only hollowed, his trust completely sewn into the seams of her lips and the sermon that fell from them. ” She turned to look at her counselor and gave a dry laugh, “Apparently, not wanting a guy to touch you isn’t a good enough reason for them not to touch you? They’ll just keep asking ‘Why not?’ with that stupid little smile on their face and keep doing whatever they want—drunk or not
. . I mean, the way
you're always trying to look at me and all
“Then you don’t give a fuck about the person, or the emotions, or the risks
. His words were only hollowed, his trust completely sewn into the seams of her lips and the sermon that fell from them. ” She turned to look at her counselor and gave a dry laugh, “Apparently, not wanting a guy to touch you isn’t a good enough reason for them not to touch you? They’ll just keep asking ‘Why not?’ with that stupid little smile on their face and keep doing whatever they want—drunk or not
. . I mean, the way
you're always trying to look at me and all
Suan Le Croix