god vs. poetry
I miss you more.
Not possible.
Really, Rachel. But yeah. So, are we in agreement for this weekend?
Of course we are, Quinn. Sounds like the perfect way to spend the weekend if you ask me. Plus, I miss you.
Confident it is.
It’s like voodoo magic and I’d appreciate not being under that spell very often, so thank you.
Voodoo magic? Really Quinn, really?
But I will take that as a compliment, so thank you.
No, I like it and you should like it, too.
I’d like to think I’m confident and not cocky though, cocky sounds like a bad thing.
And I’ve been perfecting the pout even since I figured out my daddies couldn’t say no to me whenever it was used, so I can’t say I really blame you. But I suppose I can be nice and not use it on you. At least not too often.
Your cockiness is astounding. But also attractive.
I’m not cocky. It is? Because that same thing took me a few points with you a while ago…
It makes me blush, for one, and it also makes me extremely inept. I can’t seem to say no.
Well, you’re cute when you blush so I don’t see it as a bad thing. As for your inability to say no…I tend to have that effect on people. No, I’m just kidding.
I do not want that. It does things to me.
What kind of things?
