— “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.”
“You can’t laugh at me! I just used it as an excuse to hold them.” A lie, but in retrospect she could remember very few people who’d ever refused to hold her chest.
“And… fuck.”
— “Believe me, darling, I’d love to hold them too, but I’m not going to. Well, yet. Or in public.” That hadn’t exactly come out of her mouth the way she had expected it too, but oh well.
