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{ Sky }I leave Farrow all alone when he gets serious and I basically run to my studio to be safe and away from him.God, what was that? I felt like I was drunk for a hot minute back there.I have to admit, I didn't expect him to be the exact same man that he was before this mess. I expected him to be... like he was when I finally got away from him. Sad, quiet, brooding. I did not think I would have to worry about him charming me and flirting with me, looking at my lips the whole time like he wanted a taste.That's the most dangerous he's ever been to me. I can't be weak like that and I can't just let him kiss me, no matter how much I want it and how perfect it felt for a second. But on the flip side, painting comes easily today and it helps keep me distracted for a couple hours... until I start feeling crappy and tired again, like I need to lay down or I'll pass out. I drop my brush and I walk to the stall so I can sit down and let this feeling pass. Earlier, it only left whe

{ Farrow } Maybe she really wanted to come inside the shower with me but couldn't let herself do what she actually wanted, so she tried to find an excuse to look at me naked. Like a little pervert. I chuckle at the thought and I let my hands wander around my own body. My lonely body. I haven't

Sky pulls my arm until she reaches my ear. "You need to stop acting like her older brother," Sky whispers, but she could've said anything. I don't even pay attention because my eyes roll back. I felt her lips on my ear, "She'll never respect you if you don't put your foot down." "Sorry," I murmu

“Wait… do we know who the father is?” My aunt Sandy asks. My mom turns to chew her up, but then closes her mouth and looks back at me with the same question on her eyes. “Yes! It’s Farrow!” I respond. I get no reactions, everyone just stays frozen, “He’s living with me again, by the way.” “Oh, d

“You’re not going to say it back?” Farrow asks because I’ve been silent for over five seconds, not knowing what the hell to say, “I know you love me, Sky, so just say it. It doesn’t have to mean anything, just say the words.” “Or what?” I mumble. “Or I’ll never tell you the gross word Bobbie ca