“Not fucking possible.” I found myself muttering out loud. My eyes travelled downwards as I thought maybe… No. Sex I decided to be firm as I awkwardly flipped around and grabbed her shoulder. Opening the door super slowly, I looked around the room. Locked. “Excuse me.” she lightly told me as she stood up from her chair and slid past. “Hi, Chris.” I mumbled, thrilled with his company. “Blame Chris.” Molly replied. “Hey Molly, how’s it going?” I asked her, having fun with the bitterness of my situation at this point. “Well, here’s a novel idea. Even still… I didn’t want it to happen like this. I decided to be firm as I awkwardly flipped around and grabbed her shoulder. “What?” I asked incredulously. For minutes, I could (and did) just listen to her breathe. “A single-scoop cone of rocky road, please.”
He smiled and nodded, and got us our order. The fault’s on uni, not me, I swear – I’ve been overworking myself as it is. If my parents found out about me, they’d make me go through Dr. Each one was like a little pocket of heaven, a little firework as I lost myself. “Molly.” I gently told her as I lightly started to shake her.
