Summary: <p>Yeah, I guess I am. You and I have known each other for years. We used to not get along, especially at first, I thought you were arrogant. A bartender, fuck boy, with sleeve tars piercing, then rough around the edges. The charm that makes women throw themselves at you, your heart, and you know it. He thought I was standoffish too. Prim and proper for my good. It is run-of-the-mill. Good. I hated myself for being attracted to you and swiping through the endless gym selfies on your social media. But there's have always been something between us, like oil and water, but that attraction always been there whether we wanted it or not. Now we tolerate each other. . You are fun to be around when you're not annoying me. Something you take pride in doing. How do you feel about us doing this um, does it feel weird yeah. No. Is it weird to you that I thought it would be, but not?</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p>
