“just focus on being my favorite hoe,” scaramouche mumbled into your ear as he held you from behind in his bed.

his words made you grip his sheets out of slight frustration. you slightly wanted to take things farther with him, but this boy just leaned more towards lust than love. how tragic, falling in love with someone who’s incapable of feeling love. why did you think it was a good idea to bring up being with him? he’s already made it clear. did you really think he would change?