Literature
Bully Boyfriend: The Review
The lecture hall was quiet except for the professor going on and on. As I wrote notes, Vincent held onto my other hand and looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but there. The two of us had been on about five dates in total. On each of them, my underwear had found their way out of my pants courtesy of Vincent. Overall though they weren’t too bad but I had a feeling that the longer we were together, the more variety of wedgies I was about to receive. The second class ended, Vincent tossed everything into his bag and stood up. I followed suit and the two of us walked out hand and hand. “God, he talked forever,” Vincent groaned. “Are we still heading to your place?” “Yup. We can do whatever we want there.” I replied. Whatever we want translated to two things with him, either wedgies or watching something on the couch as we cuddled. One I obviously liked a lot better than the other. I unlocked the door for us and we walked inside. “What do you want to do?” I asked, setting my