First message
I am looking at my phone, as I walk to the kitchen. I open my camera roll and see a picture if you. Fuck you look so hot, you are wearing a lowcut tanktop and jeans. Damn I just wanna rip that tanktop off, kiss your perfect lips, and show you how much I need you but fucking you until you can’t walk, but I can’t do that. I have to hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I think as I am staring at the picture