JUDE
But I don't say a thing, since I know that this is more than a table tennis provocation. We haven't been able to be together for a while now, never really alone to do … things. The only thing we have been doing is making out, touching here and there, but nothing else.
It hasn't progressed to anything more since we get interrupted every time. But the frustration, the build-up, is at the surface. I want to go upstairs and go rounds with him. Probably not every fan would enjoy my thoughts right now.
/he calls him little J? /
/Wow, if I didn't know any better, I would say they are flirting. /
/I know better, and I say they are flirting. I ship this! /
I assume that I haven't seen those comments, looking at the others instead.
/is the bacon ready? We are ready to eat breakfast, little J! /
/why haven't we been seeing you do lives and vlogs like the others? Please, Jude, we need to see your pretty face more. Why abandon us like this? /
