it's lust, it's torturous.

@ gisselle

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I love you more.

Letting my little tour guide show me around her new place? 

This is why I love you. I promise everything will be okay. I’ve known the Jacksons all my life, we went to church together for crying out loud. Stef’s always got a new girl in his room, and I’m busy with my door locked on FaceTime with you. You’re my boy, always.

I trust you, babe and I trust this relationship. I love you, Stels. 

Yes, for a couple of days now. Are you mad?

Mad? No. You have a place to stay while you’re still figuring things out with your family and it’s with someone who cares for you. However, I expect you to let me know the second you stop feeling comfortable at your current residence and I’m moving you out.  

Because it’s nice to help out when you’re a guest in someone’s home.

You’re staying with Stefan? Since when? 

Spent six hours cleaning the Jackson house, and I managed to due my hair and make up for the night. Champion status right here.

Why exactly?