valerieamk
There they were again. Those chills when he walks into the room. Does it show on my face? Shit. Stop looking at me. I'm blushing. I can feel the guilty lava flooding to my face. Shit shit shit. Oh, please, go away. I don't want to like you like this. Why can't you understand?
This is my third time writing about damn crust. I can't be creative about Crust a third time around. Crust is on the Earth. Pie. Bread. Eye crusties. Crust can be in a relationship. He is one crusty motha.