Until I Wrote Him
Office Girlhe hit me and it felt like a kissi just hugged you in my thoughtsi can't stop staring at her tttt facejust like seeing her for the first time again
He pleaded, his mouth forming a pout and it looked really adorable on him.
My books.
The books
The very reason I couldn’t even slip into a café without being hunted like prey.
I pasted on the kindest smile I could muster, though it probably came out looking more like a grimace. “That’s… flattering. But I’m sort of…”
“Wait, wait!” the girl cut me off, clutching her phone screen in front of me.
“Can you say the line? The line from chapter twenty-one?” She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre.