Sorry. It’s my hormones. They’re all outta whack. They’ve been all over the place. I can’t help it. I need to stare. Preferrably at the following people:
He can frown at me ANY day of the week. Yuuummy.
Come conquer me, Rodrigo. (very soap opera)
Damn DILF.
Ooops. I think I dropped my soap. *giggle*
Doctor, I feel faint.
Doesn’t he just spell out S-E-X? Or is it just me?
Damn that boyish smile of yours.
Suddenly it’s getting VERRRY hott in here.
