It's Not About You Novels & Stories

"Take it yourself." ***

"We are." "It's not that simple—"

“It’s hot. Don’t overthink it.” Too late.

"Of course, you are already in danger because you said out loud that I am a scumbag and just slap me a minute ago. Don't you remember that?" "I won't never say like that again. So what can I do just to get your forgiveness." He looked so stressed but I won't let a chance go away like that. " I would think about that but now just wash your face in the sink because if you go out like that everyone will think that I did something bad to you." " Are you letting me go just like that" " Of course, what are you excepting from me?" I smirked and he blushed. ******

Is that you? TBC.

I asked her about it, and she just kind of shrugged. "Maybe," she said, "You're scared of love because you don't want to get hurt." "But…I don't fall in love. It's just not something I do," I said, "And even if it were something I went around doing, I wouldn't be scared of it. And besides, how do you know if it's really love? I mean seriously, what is it?"

i asked "Why don't you cook and let women inside your house? Why am i here? she asked "I just want to know you better. You are different because you make me feel things. I want to explore these feelings with you if that is okay with you? i asked her. I don't do relationships, i feel they are a waste of time so i just have one night stands with different women. But with Serena, it is different. She did not say anything for a few moment and i was actually worried i said something worng, but she later spoke

Cleaning up the broken mirror and making myself look pretty again for him, because he doesn't like when I looked bad. I know what he did was to show me, remind me that he loves me. If he didn't care then he wouldn't react the way he did. Blake comes in to the room and says "you know Ana, I just want you to be the best version of yourself, that's why sometimes I have to do what you make me do. I love you but you need an adjustment", I silently agree nodding my head, that was his apology or what I justified as one, he shouldn't have to tell me twice.

Not at all. “So what's it about Margaret Jones?”

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.