#saint ask.

“Pretend?” Saint’s frustration was written all over his face and underlined. “What did you think this was? I’m over here more than my own place,” he gestured widely. “I really can’t believe you just said that.” Saint shook his head. “This isn’t some extended booty call.” He swiped his shirt from the floor. “Like, yeah, we fuck, but do you know how many times I’ve watched The Bodyguard with you? Too damn much. Pretty sure I wouldn’t do that shit if I didn’t feel anything for you.”