Make me your fucking whore. “You were going to ask me?”
“To marry me, yeah,” I said, donning my socks and shoes. Xx video I released my hand from around her throat and cupped the side of her face with it. “No! I don’t give a fuck!”
“Marcus!” She called after me. I’m staying in Kansas.”
“Why?” I repeated. I rolled to my side, placed a hand on her back, and let my fingers trail over her skin as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a sweet kiss. She still hadn’t answered my one question. Seeing how much she would miss me warmed my heart, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t also shedding a few tears at our upcoming departure. “Why?” I repeated the question, attaching a completely different meaning to the word.




















