4-

A week later I know she wants to fuck me.

There is no way she doesn't want to fuck me. She's licking her spoon seductively and asking me random questions and oh my god I wanna fuck her so bad.

"Excuse me?"

THC, really, you're killing me here. Motor functions must have turned off and I said it out loud. "You heard me." Whoa, go ahead, Mr. Bold Man.

Her eye brow twitches and I'm happy because I know exactly what's coming next.

Except I don't and I'm then on the floor in a puddle of my own blood. Ok, that's over exaggerating, but she does do enough to make my nose bleed.