He's Whipped
"Ah, Bryan? You do know that I don't like some public display of affection, right?"
"I know, but no one's watching,"
I put my hand on his chest and started pulling myself away.
"You knew, yet you're still doing it."
"Again, no one's watching," he whispered.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry, but I really need to go now. I have something to do,"
"Why are you being so distant to me lately?" he responded, with a bit of an aggressive tone. My brows furrowed, and my eyes studied his reaction. My instinct didn't like his tone.
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