𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦.

She’s already feeling tired. ( It is only tuesday yet.)

Even you admit it, because you know. ( adjusting his locks of hair, squeezing his chin before giving a smile.)

Good boy, see ? It wasn’t that hard.

If you don’t get dressed right now, I will rip your hair out with my own hands and make you eat it, strand by strand.

Don’t feel that way, I just don’t want people staring.

It doesn’tmatter, put on a shirt or a tank top.

Shirt on, now.

She was sitting there, making some sketches and exploring color palettes on paper.

Good morning girls and ( guys ), especially girls.

The blonde narrowed her eyes as she noticed the woman looking at her a bit too long, then flashed a wide smile. “ I don’t think so.” she replied, her voice slightly husky. 💭: This woman spells trouble, even if she is gorgeous.

Angel — that’s an interesting name. I’m Jules.

Now that’s become a bit questionable. Who are you, anyway ?

The favorite for whom ? ( 🤔 ).

Good evening, she thinks.

Watermelon-flavored lip gloss is so good.