I'm sitting outside of a coffeeshop with the LSU Professor, and I have Beck with me. I bend down, and she lifts up her muzzle, and kisses me on the mouth.
"You don't know where that mouth's been," he says, slightly shocked.
"You know what? I'd rather have her kiss me than [ex-boyfriend]," I respond.
"Poor [ex-boyfriend]," the LSU Professor says, grimacing.
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