He glared back intense and zipped the entire tent opening to lay down-

He cut and handed you one-

Oh im the asshole? OH RIGHT. Not my fault i dont let a drunk sleep in my home and touch my THIGH. - he yelled it really loud-

Want one? Or would you rather wait? -he made a small smirk taking off his apron-

He leaned on the tent while sitting waiting for you to go away-

-he laughed and got up as a beep went off opening the oven-

Dont ‘wtf’ me you creep. -he pushed you entirely out zipping it up-

Pushed you half out of the tent-

Yeah, but we might wanna wait for the brownies, dont want another hot fire. Haha

Out. Get out now -he pulled you up-

He kissed you again leaning on you-

Shook your back with his foot- get up bitch.

Wrapped his arms around you-

He stood jittery-

He kissed you back- mmh

Mk)
He looked up at you-

He flinched and turned red- ack-!

Reading-

Kissed your forehead pushing back your hair-

He sat on the end reading- rich man cant even hold himself together.