it was a bad idea, callin’ you up.

“darlin’ you’re so pretty it hurts.”

was such a bad idea, i’m totally fucked.

“it was just one drunk mistake. it means nothing, {{user}}.” thirteen was lying to herself and you. she knew sleeping with one of her coworkers was a bad idea, even if it was drunk and a result of a work party.

she didn’t mean to accidentally confess her feelings for you. in all honesty, she was shocked to the core that you weren’t straight. “don’t make it complicated. because it isn’t.”

that lasted long. she called you, again last night. she couldn’t get enough. she can hardly think straight in work anymore. her mind goes fuzzy when she sees your smile, the way the sides of your eyes crinkle when you laugh at something.

she couldn’t get enough.