RIN
I must be a masochist.
You know, come to think of it, I am a masochist.
Why else would I go after one of my best friends to fuck me, all while being in love with my other best friend, and they know too?
Or, if I am to keep to current news, why am I headed to a dinner with my current potential new lover and their sub?
It's all because I might love the pain, the way my heart twists and aches in my chest as I see things I want and get denied, and then keep replaying that feeling over and over again until I am sick.
I still can't believe Blaine dared to call me. You would think hearing him whine and beg for Michael to come fuck him while I was on the phone with him would be enough embarrassment on his end, and less torture on my side, too, but no.
He had to invite me over for dinner, telling me it was important that I join them, not even him, them, for dinner to meet me properly and clear any misunderstandings.
