Chapter8
#Chapter8
---Currently playing the damsel in distress
Let’s talk about the definition of embarrassment.
If you search it up on Google it will probably come out with a photo of my forehead and a huge red mark that the butt of the gun left me with and the whole video of how fast I fell on the ground. Just like that. Ptup! Down on the cold ground, left in the mercy of God knows what.
Am I being dramatic?
Pshhhh!
Of course. That’s my specialty.
But I have every right too.
/"You’re forehead is red./" Knox sat in front of me in his black kitten form and titled is head as if trying to mess with me looking cute and all. But I know everything about the dude. I know he is enjoying this more than he should. He wanted to laugh.
/"Really?/" I asked sarcastically. /"I thought the lipstick I applied on my forehead was pink./"