#Chapter292
/"So do most of your leggy boobs./" She sulked at him again, big doe eyes that sucker punched him more, and a little petted mouth that was killing him right now. He couldn’t believe he was contemplating walking back to his room and stopping this.
/"They’re not the same. Not even close, bella. They don’t have the other side to her … That’s what I mean by /"I like you both/". One can’t exist without the other. I wouldn’t like there to be only one and not the other./" He shrugged being almost completely open about his feelings for her.
/"So, you like my split personality? … A lover of the cray cray./" She grinned playfully motioning in circles at her temples and crossing her eyes. He smiled, that overwhelming affection for her cuteness hitting him hard and making his mind up for him. He wouldn’t abuse her trust when she was drunk. He loved her and that meant no breaking boundaries when she was vulnerable.
Fuck you, Carrero, wimp!
