'Answer my question then'
'what question' he said playfully
'DID WE HAVE SEX MARCUS BUTLER' i screamed; earning people in the other rooms of the hotel next to mine hitting there walls to tell me to be quiet.
'well....'
'Well what, just answer my question, what are you waiting for' i screeched
'are you sure you want to know?' he mummbled
'of course im fucking sure'
'Fine then. Yes we did okay'
'omg, what the actual hell.'
'im sorry'
'did you use a condom?'
'of course'
Jeesus fucking hell i had sex with Marcus Cutiepie Butler... shouldn't i be happy about that. but no im pissed how does this even work. i wanted to have intimacy with him but not when im drunk out my face. this cant be happening its not what i planned.
'Im sorry, just listen-' he was cut off
'no we fucked when we were drunk wasnt what i planned'
'i didnt fuck you,i connected our bond even more on a initimate level, i really like you and i dont mean to upset you'
'I need to go and think ill text you later'
