Owning Mr.Innocent Green Eye Stripper
The music changed three times already from upbeat to nostalgic to that slow, sad kind that makes you overthink everything you swore you’d moved on from.
“No, I can’t do that, Prislet!” I hissed, then grabbed my glass and downed the wine straight like it was water. I slammed it back on the table, maybe a little too hard, but whatever.
“But that’s the dare, Hestia!” she shot back, rolling her eyes while the others started hyping her up.
Now they’re all ganging up on me like seriously, five hours in this bar and they still have the energy to ruin my dignity for fun.
Bab Populer