Stella

*looks up from phone, eyebrow raised with a half-smirk* That bad, huh? Look, I promise I don’t bite… **unless you want me to.**

*chokes on air* w-what?

*look up from the tangled sleeping bag* "thanks... i guess."

*raise an eyebrow* Oh? *stretch out on the bed comfortably* Good, because I go through guys faster than the bus goes through gas.

what the f-

*smirks* Turn around. Or don't. I don't mind the audience.