#Chapter62
I'd argue, but he's kind of right.
He hands me a loofa and I take it from him and throw it at his head, standing up to get the towel I had in my hands before.
He's scrowling at me when I look at him. "That hurt."
I just...
#Chapter62
I'd argue, but he's kind of right.
He hands me a loofa and I take it from him and throw it at his head, standing up to get the towel I had in my hands before.
He's scrowling at me when I look at him. "That hurt."
I just...