"Did you imagine I was a guy just now?" I ask when we're already lying on the bed.
Though instead of sleeping outside, we agreed it's better to be inside tonight, after the whole incident two hours ago. The floor is still covered with his c*m that I coughed out. He decided to leave it for his housekeeper to clean it tomorrow. Sorry, Margo.
"Would you be mad if I say yes?"
"Figured," I shrug. And when I turn to him I realise he's already looking at me.
"Are you mad?"
"Do I look mad?" I flash him the sweetest smile, because honestly, I'm not. Not even the slightest. I totally understand it's not his fault. He's incapable of choosing who he's attracted to.
But yeah, I do feel offended. A bit. I'm a female who can't make a c**k stands, of course you'd be offended too right? If you're per
