I think I'm falling for you
Put 'I think I'm falling for you' to see how my muse reacts
She’s quirking a brow. Yeah, he’s full of shit. Meg’s not about to play in on his little game. He’s a good boy, she can admit that. He has his usefulness, and he’s pretty good at following orders. Right now? She’s fairly sure he’s just trying to keep her ass. “Dean. Sweetheart.” She smiles brightly. Gripping the back of his head, she yanks his head back, bending him to her level. “You don’t need your tongue to be useful. Give me one reason I shouldn’t skin you alive, hm?” She purrs. Yes, he was a good boy. He’d be toothless, tongueless, and if she’s bored, junkless. “Don’t lie to the ones your serve, boy.”











