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hands to myself.
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FOURTEEN.
missmarymack:
JEOSNSKENS
missmarymack:
HEY LOOK IM SORRY AB LAST NIGHT
missmarymack:
im soooo embarrassed ugh
jvo:
aw pls dont apologize
jvo:
it happens
jvo:
its cool i promise
jvo:
u gave me blue balls tho ..
missmarymack:
wow my mind
jvo:
i had to beat 🔨 my 🥩 when i got home
missmarymack:
omf 💀💀
jvo:
i beaten my meat so goddamn HARD that i cant feel my left leg anymore
missmarymack:
BITC–
🔪
"Who's Johnny?" Mark pipes.
She slams her phone down onto the counter as she looks back at the man.
She could feel her phone vibrating but she slips it back into her pocket to avoid more of Mark's scolding.
"It's my friend from school." She grumbles, cheeks warm.
Mark proceeds to glare at her with his arms crossed. "Do I pay you to be slacking off?"
"No, sir."
"Then get back to work. And I swear, if I see you on that phone again–"
Suddenly, the door's tiny bell rings and her attention directs there.
A familiar figure walks in with his usual hoodie.
"Johnny..." She breathes.
Johnny's smile was small and his eyes trails lower down her body.
She could feel her skin heat up in response, remembering the night before.
Mark stays behind her with a disapproving glare as Johnny comes up and leans onto the counter top.
