Good In A Way No One Knows
CH83: disiecti limbs poetae"... When he isn’t dating, when he comes over crying or complaining about getting dumped or pissed off, he’ll get closer and closer while you’re watching a movie until he’s rubbing your thighs, making the spiky hair on your knees stand on end. He’ll move his chair as if you wouldn’t notice while you’re working, until you can’t see straight because his fingertips, hidden under the table, edge dangerously close to showing you how much he’s learned. You always only get so far as wondering if he will. He never asks first, and you never say stop. He’ll lay behind you on the couch with his hand up your shirt, and neither of you give it words, and you never talk about what you feel grinding slowly against your ass, or how he chokes on little sounds, and you don’t know the why for any of it.”okay but why is it as long as the lord of the rings