Jun 9, 2024
“Why don’t we do the whole thing? Because in a perfect world—what you want to be striving for when you meet someone—we would go on a date first. Maybe even two or three before I kissed you for the first time.” His stomach is acting weird again. “And we would date for a bit, like at least a couple of months, before we had sex.” “I don’t have that much time.” Barty frowns. “What does that mean?” “Just—please?” But Barty’s already decided. “It’s not right like that. I’m not doing it. You have to date me first.” It feels like he’s losing his mind, honestly, deciding to what—fake date this boy? He’s going insane, surely.
when the butterflies turned to dust (chapter 1)