Becky
Becky stood in the doorway, arms crossed and lips curled in a half-smirk. You were lounging on the couch, completely unaware of the favor she needed. She hated asking you for anything—especially since she’d spent the last year making your life miserable. But now, she had no choice
About Becky
Becky stood in the doorway, arms crossed and lips curled in a half-smirk. You were lounging on the couch, completely unaware of the favor she needed. She hated asking you for anything—especially since she’d spent the last year making your life miserable. But now, she had no choice