Even if he loves how sweet and innocent you act during the day, he’ll still want you to turn into an animal at night.
Whenever someone else kisses my neck in the spot that used to be reserved for you, it just doesn’t feel right.
Get on your back. I’ll take care of the rest.
I didn’t believe in love potions or hexes or black magic, but I did believe in psychic predictions.
If we ever ran into each other again, we wouldn’t acknowledge the lack of closure. No, we’d act like everything was normal.
Everyone considers you two “relationship goals,” but really, you couldn’t be more eager to be single again.