"You're medicated and too weak to walk around on your feet." Come on, I'll fill the tub and put little bubbles in it.
Jesse looked at her suspiciously.
"And do you use bath salts, too?"
“If you want and have, yes.
"Smell of lavender?"
“Yes.
"And then you're going to put body lotion on me?" he asked, exaggerating a romantic blink.
Leah snorted.
“They came to tell me three months ago that I will be perfuming my boss and I don't believe it.
"Nobody said anything about perfume, but if you want…" She put a hand to her neck femininely. I like to put myself right here...
"Shut up and get in the shower, come on." You haven't washed for five days, it's about time you did something about it. And stop giving me that dog face, you're not going to be able to shower alone when you can't even vocalize.
"How not?" Attentive to my lips: mi”ma”mama”me”mi”ma.
"Get”get”get”in”the”shower."
In the end
Something inside him was about to explode. She had hundreds of questions, thousands of proposals, and many nice words that stuck on her tongue for too long, and just like then she didn't know what to say. She was the only person who had left him, and that gave her traits that Jesse had no idea how to handle. He felt weak at his feet, as if he had everything to lose, and at the same time it aroused in him that desire to demonstrate, to assert himself, which in the past had not helped him to recover her. In truth, Tori was a mystery to Jesse except for one thing: she loved him just as much as ever. And he couldn't be in her perimeter without feeling anything, because for so long it had meant everything that losing her meant a before and after. "I should go," Tori mused. But if you need anything, you can call me. It is the usual number, if you have not deleted it. “Of course not. "Well, well... I'm”I'm glad I said hello to you." At some point we had to m
“Ice creams are the least of it if you understand what I mean. It's not normal for me to ask you what happened to your boss and you start crying and he runs around the wild fields like Heidi with bloody Pedro. Smack the table, dammit,” he snapped passionately. At the very least, ask him what he's up to so you can turn the page. What happens on this site, that people never speak up and then I am the bitch because I tell the truth? "You're not a bitch because you tell the truth, you're a bitch because you're a bitch," said Kyoto, who had just appeared to make herself a coffee. Don't worry, it's nothing personal. And he's right,” he pointed out, looking at Lea. I think we both know Jesse well enough to know that if you don't tell him he screwed up, he won't notice. "How well you know him, Sandoval." Is it because you also fucked it? "Yeah, I've fucked the entire firm except you." How do you like to make me the protagonist of each conversation, huh? Do you secret
Kyoto leaned back at the end of the corridor. Jesse entered the copier room to hide from the onlookers and stood in front of her. He was so pissed off he could only be sad, and it didn't help that Lea conveyed something similar. "You don't have to go," he murmured, searching her eyes. If I have been abusing your trust and I have not even given you proper work, I am very sorry, but... She silenced him only by lifting her chin. "That's not what I want you to apologize for. Jesse shifted from one leg to the other and rested her hand on the copier, not knowing what to say. “I can't apologize for wanting to spend time with someone I care about. I can apologize for not realizing that I was displacing you. "Leave it, it doesn't matter." There is nothing more to say, we have already discussed everything a while ago. "Is that what you thought of as talking?" He shook his head. You haven't even let me explain myself well, and what I was
They think we're back. "I considered it, I admit it." “The fact that? "Yes, I would be interested in winning you back." It's been years thinking that I would die for you. And I would. But what you tell me about the hostile uterus… I value my carrot too much to risk it. He received a blow to the shoulder. Ouch, right on the war wound. Seriously now... Do you think I look at you like I'm in love? Everyone says so. “I know how to differentiate your eyes of love from your eyes of a joker asshole, and the look of the former is no longer for me. “Well, girl, that's life. You traded me for a baby, now you put up with it. "I traded you for nothing." “No, you'll see that you're going to have a baby. You only needed my blessings: I bless you. Now go get your ass poked. Tori sighed and shook her head. He didn't say anything. leaned on the chest Jesse and closed her eyes. "I've regretted leaving you many times, you
And he started walking rubbing his temple, which he felt was on the verge of sudden death. It always happened to him. He stopped before turning the corner to go by the photocopier, as if he had just remembered something important, and turned to face Marc, who was leaning against the wall, watching him. “I'm sorry about what I said to you on the phone,” Jesse added aloud. "Didn't you hear me?" You can't take someone seriously when they're angry,” he repeated, shrugging. And it's the least I deserve after fucking your shoulder. "I'll take off the bandage in a few days." Does that mean I have forty”eight hours to insult you and that it's justified? "I'll be all ears if you want to bash my ego." “Perfect. Marc half smiled. Then they went on their way without giving much importance to the matter. He passed the copy room. "…they called me, and I cheered up because I like you," she heard from outside. “Oscar, look, you
Jesse frowned. “What are you talking about? “Marc and I like to gamble. He said you'd never get over Victoria and I said you'd end up falling for another woman with the right little push. I was a couple of months late thinking about how to get together without it being noticed until the light went out on the web. Jesse's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me that you gave me that brutal row knowing that I fell into your trap, when on top of that, surely, you made money? “Man, I had to give consistency to my alibi. If I didn't get angry you might be suspicious. Or not, he mused, you're not as smart as you think, but I needed to entertain myself somehow. “As for the money, he hasn't paid me yet. You have to start dating her to get paid. We have a second bet, which is that if you marry her, Marc will be paying me a monthly salary from my retirement until they bury me. "Don't fuck with me," he huffed, in shock.
You even look your dog in the eye and you know what he misses because it is only a reflection of what you need: to be happy. And I'm always happy “he pointed out, extending his arms”, but you duplicate that illusion in such a way that you make me look like a sad man when I'm not with you. "I am aware of my shortcomings because I have seen them thanks to you," he continued. He stuck out his fingers to enumerate. Whim should not be the engine of movement, joking with everything is not always correct, decisions must be made calibrating the pros and cons, I have to be humble from time to time and, above all: I must accept the truth when I have it in front of me , especially when the truth loves me and I love her. "Seriously, I love you. I am in love with what we do. From playing I Spy after we cum, from philosophizing with porn, from chasing ice cream carts, from recreating movie dialogues. I miss your sucky kisses, your skirts cut with scissors and that y
"Check it out with your own eyes." Jesse glared at her and stepped over the threshold without a second thought. She walked through the living room with her body tense, past the kitchen with a hurried step, and ended up heading to the bedroom. Before that, his attention was caught by the light on in the bathroom, the echo of a song by Huecco and a female voice humming it under his breath. Jesse stopped in front of the ajar door, her heart beating so fast. He took a deep breath and released the air He repeated it once. Other. And another… “That I've cut his hair, I haven't stuck the scissors in his trachea! Shan snapped from behind him. Jesse turned to glare at her resentfully. "And what do you think is worse?" She didn't wait for him to answer and pushed the door very slowly, covering her eyes with her hands. Slowly, as if she were in a horror movie and wasn't quite sure if she wanted to continue watching it, she spread her fing