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BLAIR MILLER
I'm starting to get annoyed.
He's just scrolling on his phone, no big deal. I am too, but like...
Goodness gracious.
I need his attention.
I squeezed my thighs together, turning the other way. I inched closer to him, backing myself up into his embrace.
If he doesn't get the hint i'll off myself.
His arm draped around my hips, pulling me into his crotch as he continued to scroll.
I whipped my head to look at him.
"Do you just not like me or something?" I threw his arm off of me.
How dare he not understand?
"Huh?"
I groaned, dragging my hands down my face.
"You hungry?"
He shrugged. "Not really, are you?"
I'm going to kill him.
"No." I grumbled, pulling the blanket up over my shoulders, a couple of minutes flew by.
Still nothing.
I sat up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only his boxers and a bra.
I tossed it to the floor, huffing and puffing as I laid back down.
"What's wrong?" He sighed, setting his phone down. He should already know.
I crossed my arms, staring at the ceiling.
"You're really not hungry?"
"I just ate an hour ago. I can order—"
I whined, bucking my hips off the mattress.
"If you hate me just say that!"
"Blair! Tell me what the you want and i'll give it to you. Stop complaining."
"If you actually loved me like you say you do, you'd know!" I rose onto my knees.
Tom gave me a once over, realization finally dawned on him.
"If you wanted to sit on my face, you could have just used your words."
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IMPERFECT || TOM KAULITZ
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