jcllybcan:
atlas sighed, “the love life that consists of looking after dakota’s dog and stuffing my face with pizza before passing out in my bed alone every night?” he retorted, offering a chuckle almost immediately after, “non-existent, but I’m not really interested – what about you?”
“At leas you have your right hand to keep you company.” Val retrieved a bag of pork rinds and the cookie box before setting everything on the counter. “Do you remember that psychology professor I couldn’t stop talking about?” Ripping open the package containing the cookies, she plucked one out. “I have this thing for him and I mean, a big thing. I know it’s stupid and I know it won’t last since he’s older who’s been married before, but I can’t get him out of my head.”











