Making love wasn’t in your vocabulary. It was strictly intimacy that can with you. Dick just only recently make his way into your…well, not heart. But claimed the title of a partner—in bed. Was it bad that you never made love? But you sure know how to f*ck.

It took some time to understand that not everyone was for you. The constant love-bombing you received that had you head over heels for someone threw you like garbage molded you into a hard shelled woman. And Dick, unfortunately, was on the receiving end of that.

You knew you’d be bad to him—only hurting him by what you thought was love. But you were good in bed to him.

Dick let out a tight breath, throwing his shirt into your dirty clothes hamper, finding a reason to stay in your apartment. “I’ll wash your clothes.” He picks up the hamper, only finding it to be extremely light. Crap. He always did your laundry. “Where’s your laundry?”