#Chapter46 Please don't hurt him.

"I'm stuffed." I say, wiping my lips with a napkin to remove the grease off of my lips.

"And then you say I'm trying to fatten you up." Tristan rolls his eyes, before pushing away his left over plate of fries.

"Who said you should take me out?" I arch my eyebrow.

"We're all forced to take out the trash at some point." He shrugs.

Ouch. I'm actually offended.

"I have a gun at home, so unless you don't want to wake up tomorrow morning, keep on opening your mouth." I threaten him with narrowed eyes.

"You know, most girls would've spilled a milkshake on...