Re: Call: Sam & Cris
Nah, I don't want to shut up, papi. [A little breathy, yeah? And it has nothing to do with all the walking she's doing.] You won't let me smoke cloves anymore. [Relenting, because she hasn't forgotten him asking.] I like your hair. I like how it feels, yeah? Against my body or whatever. I like how you smell, too. I didn't wash any of your clothes I took, not for a full fucking month. [Fucking BLUSH.]