“I…like you too,” you mumble, looking at me. “I really like you. Xxx You smile back, and put it in your x-box. “Thank you,” you start to say, but I put a finger on your lips to stop you. I slide a hand up your shirt, running my hand over your skin. When we enter, I glance around. Out of it comes a condom, which I hand to you. I don’t want you to need to get drunk, it’s not healthy,” I say as I pull you up onto the bed, where you sit next to me. You’re carrying one of your cats, the one with the two different eye colors, with a small smile on your face.
