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The best ones are the so-called “bat bunnies”—the ones who fuck the whole daram or post a pic in someone’s boxer briefs

If a girl in Boston, or New York, or LA looks younger than ht I try to say “no” if she’s fucked up on soets breathless when I kiss her If she even hesitates unbuttoning et cold feet and throw the brakes on

I feel like a stranger to myself when I think of Finley curled up back there in the bed, probably just a little while away fro up sore Sore because I let myself take what I wanted

But—fuck s differently I can’t stay away fro is, I don’t want to I’ve got no sense of restraint when I’ else, I want to be someone who’s…not predatory

She seemed like she knehat she wanted, but does she really? Hoill she feel when it’s tiht to decide what to do with her own pussy and also protect her?

By not fucking her, dipshit

Just say “no”

I move some pancakes from the skillet to the plate and think hard on that option Thinking of ending things with her

I’ot on the sa-sleeved shirt—but her hair’s flowing down her shoulders, and her face is soft, her eyes sleepy When she sees rins like she’s won the lottery She bounces over, throwing her arhs softly

“Look at you” Her hand co I put an apron on I shake s me

“That was Ga in here?” She looks at the skillet, and her green eyes widen “Incredible”

“You think I can’t cook?”

She laughs “Of course I’d irapes in bed”

I snort Then I wrap ainst ainst me while s, Siren Mac and cheese Bacon Cheese toast” I chuckle “Pancakes…waffles”

“These smell lovely”