"Gabe no" I say. Cover my eyes but peek through my fingers.
"What? You wanted me to prove that i can use whisky as a lube."
"But i don't want you to whip your dick out!!" I cried in embarrassment.
"Come on, it isn't like you haven't seen it before." he teased.
"Ugh, Gabe I swear you love just whipping that dick out in front of me." I growl. But he only chuckles.
"But Kanny" he whined. But i ain't taking his shit.
"Nope, not taking it out." I say firmly.
"Hehe fine." he says. Zipping up his pants.
"Anyway, its only 3 inches big~" I tease.
"Its 7! Ugh its like your mind molesting me" he sighed. But i can only blink at that comment. Sometimes he says the most random shit. And then he says something like that. Which goes over the line.
"Gabe, come on don't say something like that." I sigh.
"Can i use your blood instead of whisky?" he asks with a smirk. He got awfully close.
"G-Gade!!" I cry. Stomping my feet softly in protest.
"What? At least it isn't whisky" he laughed so curly in my ear. Ugh and I chose to live with him.
After a while he seemed to calm down. He sat down on a box we still haven't opened. I walk beside him and sit next to him on the floor, or well kneeling down beside him. He then proceeded to use my head as an arm rest.
"well at least my blood isn't being used as lube. . ."
"yet"
"Gade its not my time of the month"
"Holy shit what the fuck"
"Hahaha", I win
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It's Difficult To Be Gabe
RomanceIts basically a romcom. So if you hate romcom's, don't read this shit. Don't do it man. I'm not putting this on mature. Sure some jokes are sexual but i don't plan anything more than a few jokes. Nothing graphic. Unless that shit is wanted than budd...
