Same bed. Different contracts. He thought chemistry was the agreement. I wanted a sentence. That mismatch is how a good night becomes a whole winter.
Tag: respect
The night is not finished when you finish. Sit up. Talk rubbish. Touch my back. That quiet bit is how I decide you get another.
Nice is manners in public. Kind is what he does when nobody is watching and you need a lift, not just some cheap little compliment.
I do not compete with a lock screen. Eyes on me. Hands on me. If you can scroll you are not as into this, mouth.
I leave product everywhere. I know that. Still, if you use my mascara I will know. A shared flat is not a shared bloody face.
People love a girl who is easy to plan around. I have taste. I have a body. Wanting both respected is not me being difficult.
Water and a check in are not deluxe. They are basic. If you can take your clothes off you can ask if I got home.
He wants a number so he can decide if I am allowed. Count the men who stayed kind. That figure tells more than a tally.
A wrist in his story is not commitment. It is cover. If I am good enough for his bed I am good enough for face.
Believe the first draft. Not ready means not for you, not right now, not ever with anyone who asks for a Saturday in public honestly.