Ok, that’s an exaggeration. He definitely wants to fuck me but won’t because he’s scared of my broken foot.
It’s really sweet that he’s protective- he’s been a saint since my injury- but come on, dude! All I want is a private dance pants party and he keeps holding out on me. We’ll get up to 3rd base and then he’ll throw himself off me and groan like he’s Edward from Twilight. I REFUSE TO BE BELLA, DAMMIT!