The Wolf

I’ll live. Cause I know you love me even if you can’t say it.

Because it’s not about me. It’s about your own security.

Because you want to maintain some bit of distance, even with getting married.

Yet you can’t say love.

You’re afraid of getting attached.

It’s okay. I get why you can’t say it.

Such denial… Love you too.

Love.

There’s a word for that, you know?

I’m gonna use it: Because it’s how I feel.

Another absolute W for Hanna. Love youuuu~!

Only if you make meeee.

You’re totally thinking of how hard you’re gonna fuck me and break my bed huh?

I said I don’t like being proper. I like you as you are. You’re fun to tease and break on out of that proper little shell~

Well you said proper conduct. Not my fault. Mmmfff… I don’t like being proper though. It’s boring…

Sorry, Bea. My mom kinda ruined the idea of me ever being a proper lady. . . . . . . okay you bring a good point to the table.

So what? We’re adults. We can be crass.

I think there’s a ton of need to say it! Like why shouldn’t I?

So… you want me to shut up but won’t make me..

Whip it out and make me.