I glance back at Rayah and flash a smile, shaking my head at her. While she's not looking, I throw on a pair of sweatpants and give up on finding a shirt.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sigh and glance at her, "It's just... weird. You were peeking. If you were just looking, it'd be fine 'cause that's... marriage, I guess. But you were peeking."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I gasp and punch him in the arm lightly, "Fine. Be that way. You are not allowed to look or peek at me again. And that includes bedroom time," I smile.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
