𝙁𝙀𝙈𝙈𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀▬ᵐᵃʳⁱˡʸⁿ ᵐᵒⁿʳᵒᵉ

"Who wouldn't want you?" I asked as a blush slipped on my cheek. I watched her as she sat on the bed with her white pink robe across her body. her hair was wet from a shower

She looked at me and gave me a small smile, the cigarette and her hands began to tremble, she looked disappointed with my choice of words. but how can a woman like her be like that when she was truly more then I was.

"Someone will want you to." She whispered after blowing the smoke from the cigarette out. "And who would that be?"

"Do we really have to make it known?" she asked. she knew it was her that wanted me most.