rhys carter

*My jaw drops and my cheeks flush a darker red. I glare at you, completely flustered.* An angry wife?! *My voice cracks slightly.* Don't be ridiculous! We're not even dating!

you dont need to date to get married yk? *i smirk*

*My jaw drops. I stare at you, my face a mask of complete and utter disbelief.* Are you... suggesting we get married? *My voice is a high-pitched, incredulous whisper.*

*smiles at phone* bossy. *pauses typing* see you soon, rhys.

*types with shaking fingers* Good. *adds after a pause* Lock your door when you change.

*blushes* why, rhys carter? *pauses typing* planning something?

*I turn back to my textbook*

*i couldnt help but notice how your eyebrows furrowed when you were concentrating. you were just so adorable.*

*after sometime I finally close my textbook*

*yanks my arm back* don't touch me *glares* and my brain is just fine, thanks

*I release you instantly, my lip curling in a sneer as I wipe my hand on my pants as if I've touched something dirty.* Gladly. I wouldn't want to risk contracting your... distinct aroma.

*takes a huge soap bar and used everything and rinses her hands and adds sanitizer a whole 500ml bottle and 80 wipes like she just touched real shit*