YOU MIGHT MAKE A WORTHY OPPONENT. BUT CAN YOU NOT CRY WHEN SHE GETS MAD? Because honestly I still can’t.
Like who the fuck doesn’t like angst? If you’re not writing angst, what are you even doing?
IRL I hate romance. Get that cheesy shit away from me. But in books? Biiiitch, give me ALL OF IT. And I mean ALL of it.
I live for literary morons in love. It’s my kink.
LITERALLY NO! EVERYONE WANTS CUTE BATH SCENES, I’M TELLING YA.
TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT MORE OF THIS SHIT
His shirt slid off his shoulders and then he started undoing his trousers. When he was fully nude, he very gracefully slid into the tub, settling down on my thighs, his hands sliding from my stomach and up my chest.
“Beautiful man,” I murmured and leaned forward, softly kissing his cheek. He inhaled sharply and dug his fingers into my chest, making soft waves in the water. “Was there anything you wanted? Besides sharing a bath with me?”
“I’ve forgotten now,” he breathed and slid his hands down, them disappearing between the bubbles.
Actually that’s true. But I still want more bath scenes. I don’t know what it is about them, okay? But listen, they’re everything.
How did you not finish the eggs? Are they just burning on the pan or?