His lip curves on the left, a dark brow raising, "Are you scared?" "No." "You are." "No, I'm not." He grins, "It's okay, just trust me," he leans closer, the deep smell of his cologne surrounding me, face completely serious, "You do trust me, don't you?" ----- Slader Harris is suffering; between sleepless nights and l...
"You're an asshole," I blurted. "You're such an asshole that your actual asshole is jealous." Silence. What the hell did I just say? Out of all the insults, I choose one that makes the least sense? Damn it, why couldn't I just have been born normal... Wait, never mind. Psh, screw sanity. "Can we keep her?" Tyler sud...