ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇʟɪɴᴇʀ

"My pen is in my waistband." She just gave him a look, then let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, I am not doing that. You're gonna have to get it and then give it to me." "Mm mm," he hummed, "if you want the pen then doggy is gonna have to play fetch." "Is this your way of getting my hands in your pants?" Rodrick exhaled a sof...