Arabella Vanderbilt's head was practically steaming.
A "hard" word counting down and counting down, just to count down to how this word came to be?
Why has it turned into this situation now?
Hard... it's hard...
Thoughts paused for two seconds, finally finding the beginning of this topic.
Arabella Vanderbilt bit her lip, "...I just said your muscles might be hard!"
Joel Russo gently bit her chin, then pecked her softly where it might slightly hurt from his bite.
"Anyway, in the end, it's hard."
Arabella Vanderbilt closed her eyes, can't we open and close with "hard"?
It's utterly embarrassing!
Arabella Vanderbilt looked up at the outside, couldn't help but swallow.
"You better not mess around, we're outside now."
"But it wants to properly thank you right now."
"..."
She really doesn't want to be thanked now, "...just owe it for now. Later..."
Before finishing, she bit her lip, was she digging a hole for herself again?
"Owe it?"
