“I am a jer," he declares, his tone brazenly unapologetic. "No, you're not. A jerk doesn't put Panadol out for a girl. A jerk doesn't carry a girl to her room and not even try to sleep with her." His eyebrows are level and he fixes me with a stare. "You were unconscious. That's not a jerk; that's a rapist. You keep saying shit like that and it's gonna worry me.” MaxCassidyCassidy SlaterMax ButcherMax And CassidyOur Thing Book:Our Thing Source: Our Thing
“I am a jerk," he declares, his tone brazenly unapologetic. "No, you're not. A jerk doesn't put Panadol out for a girl. A jerk doesn't carry a girl to her room and not even try to sleep with her." His eyebrows are level and he fixes me with a stare. "You were unconscious. That's not a jerk; that's a rapist. You keep saying shit like that and it's gonna worry me.” MaxCassidyCassidy SlaterMax ButcherMax And CassidyOur Thing Book:Our Thing Source: Our Thing