Strawberry Guy Without You 소설 & 이야기

Up - Justin Bieber 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Gerald becomes an untrustworthy human. There comes a moment. You will know! Damn you! I'm already disappointed. He disappeared again, his cell phone, as usual, completely turn off.

“Geez, here comes the waterworks…“ In the midst of all the curious stares and whispers around him, Gavin let out a guttural sob. Someone, gathering the courage, approached him. “Sir, do you need help?“ “Aren‘t you Gavin Hartley?“ People began to recognize him. Another voice said, “I know him! He was so passionate when he was younger. We all thought he was the most romantic guy. And that woman who just won, she looks like Ms. Chapman.“ “I heard he‘s still single and waiting for her. How sad.“

I was about to head upstairs when that crazy hunger hit. A very sudden sharp one. I opened the fridge. Leftover chicken. Strawberries. I grabbed the container of strawberries and turned to leave— The glass fell from my fingers. Water everywhere. Strawberries scattered across the floor like blood drops. His phone clattered. We collided. His hands shot out, and grabbed as i almost tripped. My palms slammed against his bare chest. And we froze. He was shirtless. His boxer was the only thing he was on, the deep V of his hips disappearing under the waistband. His hair was messy from what he what the fuck he was doing. His eye was wide open.

"Hey, Mateo. Don't take it the wrong way. Quinn didn't mean anything by it. "I just really miss the grilled ribs you made, man. She was gonna ask if you could come over and cook for me." I said nothing. On the other end, Chad teased her again, blaming her that she wasn't good with words. It was as if I weren't her boyfriend. I let out a laugh out of frustration. "All this… Over that?" "Yeah," he said with a chuckle. Without another word, I hung up. I didn't bother to ask why Quinn, who'd gone to buy me dessert, had ended up at Chad's place instead. I just went back to sleep.

Then suddenly, Zero screamed at the top of his lungs when she pulled his shaft upward, making the skin of it stretch upward. Isla, let go of his dick and let out a soft chuckle. “Fuck!” Zero cursed, “Why the hell did you do that?” he asked and grimaced. Isla shrugged. “I told you. Stop being naughty. And it’s not that I will follow what you wanted. Anyway, I want a strawberry that is fresh from the farm. Go, get me one,” she asserted. Zero stood up and fixed himself and frowned at her. “Where did I get strawberry—”

"You give me major strawberry vibes." He didn’t need to know he was right. Strawberry had always been my go-to. But that was mine to keep. "Well, then you’re wrong, Mr. Hayes," I bumped my forehead against his, playful but firm — earning a dramatic little "Ouch!" from him. "I’m a full-blown chocolate person." "You’re a terrible liar," he grinned. "Strawberry it is." With that, he winked and headed back toward the stall. I watched him go, lips still curved in a reluctant smile.

After we graduated, he rented out an entire building just to propose to me. "Kelsey, all I can afford right now is to rent this place for a night. But believe me, one day, I'll buy it outright and put your name on it for everyone to see!" That night, under a vast sky of stars, I drowned in the depths of his eyes and was completely captivated by him. At that moment, the system chimed in, notifying me that Vincent's love for me had reached 100%. The strategy was successful, and I had to leave quickly.

Standing up, I turned to face him, closing the small distance between us. “You smell amazing,” He hummed. “Strawberry.” Another compliment… Justin lowered his head, and I panicked, immediately backing away, thinking he was about to kiss me and ruin my lipstick, which had taken me a full twenty minutes to perfect. But it turned out that he just wanted to sniff my face or rather my strawberry-scented setting spray. “I know I’m not getting any kisses tonight, I’d hate to ruin that beauty.” I rolled my eyes. It was all I could do to stop myself from smiling like a fool at his compliments.

We have enough money to employ someone to do this for us but we have always wanted to clean our gallery ourselves. After a few hours, we were finally done with everything.. "Finally, we are done" Serena said as she laid on the floor. "Let us get something to eat, I am starving" I told her. As we stepped out the gallery, I saw a food delivery truck in front of the gallery. "Did you order something?" I asked Serena "No, I am just as confused as you are" she said. Then a man got out of the truck and walked up to us.