he wants to frown at her —— the angst is practically tangible —— though he only manages a quick swish of the lips sideways, a sigh nestled next to the ring in his tongue. if ana isn’t having some kind of boy trouble he would think twice about it actually bein’ ana at all.
❛ easy. one that ignores you is always worse than not
havin’ one at all. when you’re single, there’s no one
to sling bullshit your way when you sleep around.
Ana’s doubtful of his answer;; ( who was she without sex but a bored, rich brat??? )
one, two, three blinks. she’s considering her own question over his answer, twisting
the fabric of her sweater over and over in her hand, staring off into space. it’s been too
long and the absence of attention is wearing on the blonde.
“ Maybe, but at least you’d always have someone to crawl in bed with.
i’d take bullshit over loneliness any day. ”