9 Feisty

Ice

I really hate this woman's gut. She's the only girl who could keep up with my naughty behavior. Or should I say she is more mischievous than me? to the point that I easily pettish at her words.

I teased her, yet at the end, I would end up annoyed. I could tell that she was used to it. She has a strong personality; she has no fright. She spe aks out her words, though she knows the impact of the way she replies.

If a regular dude, for sure she's already tossing in her bed, for instance. But since I was the one who stole her fucking V card, I wonder how she handled the other man she pissed off. Either the guys coming upon her are pussies or she has bravery that all men would be afraid of. But as I notice, she's not that intimidating, so how? Is it maybe her family?

I nod. Her family is surely so powerful that no one could behave inadequately toward her.

Good thing my pride keeps up. That's the only thing keeping me from tossing her in bed that night.

I tilted my head as I saw he