The QB’s Nerdy Addiction
I cannot make this fake-dating disaster more complicated than it already is.
"Yes, Auntie," I lie, praying my eye doesn't twitch. "You were definitely wrong. No Mr. Dark and Nasty here. Just me, my neurobiology textbook, and total purity."
"Well," Sighing, she raises her eyes to the ceiling dramatically, "I’ll still keep praying to the mighty God of Cunt Destroyers to send my little girl her knight in pussy-conquering armor."
"Aunt Danny!" I choke out as a mixture of horrified laughter and embarrassment embraces me. "Please never change."