"stop poking me!" i shout at matty, looking over at him. he has a grin on his face, and he holds my waist.
"you know,
i like it when you're mad." once the words leave his mouth, he plants a kiss on my neck.
"why is that?" i ask, curious.
"because you're hot."
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قصص الهواة1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
