He couldnât believe that she didnât think she was sexy, all the men in their lives seemed to want to fuck her, same with him hell he was half her blood and he wanted to bend her over and bury himself deep inside of her. âNot sexy my ass, half my friends want to fuck you. Hell I would say half our parents friends and your friend want to fuck you. People donât want to fuck some one that they have no interest in you are a very sexy woman Marie. Donât go doubting yourself. Just because your shy doesnât mean people donât think you are goregous.â He said to her and even leaned in as they pulled up to the house in the driveway and kissed her cheek again. When he opened the door he looked out and up at the sky for a moment. He then booked it to the house. Keeping mostly dry and once inside he pulled out all of the things in his pockets then dropping them into the bowl that wright there so his stuff didnât get soaked. After a couple of minutes he walked out side and and pulled off his jacket before looking at her. âLike this? â
Sometimes, even after all the years, she was still amazed by the different sides he had. He could be incredibly sweet and caring with her, only to jump ship and be more crass, forceful and demanding. And apparently today was a day where the redness would stay on her cheeks. âOh shush,â she told him, flattered and disappointed by his answer at the same time, though she didnât know where the disappointment came from. âThank you,â she said, but it sounded sarcastic. âI think? Not sure if itâs a good thing ... I mean,â she faltered, a little flustered talking about it. âI mean I donât want just anyone to sleep with me, you know?â As if on their own accord, her eyes flicked to his before looking down again. The weather, while she started snapping pictures, just kept getting worse but Marie loved the pictures already. Ry was beautiful, sexy, and the darkness, the wet rain, combined with the light flash from her camera would look amazing. But she found that Ry was right and after only a few minutes she felt her fingers going numb even if the rest of her body felt anything but cold. The opposite, really. With a last flash, she lowered the camera. âAre you still alive?â She called, waving him to her under the umbrella. âOh god, you must be freezing, letâs get inside.â She stuffed the camera under her top as best as she could, holding the umbrella over him instead even if it meant she was getting wet now, too. âCome on, letâs get you warm.â