Behind Every Beautiful, Available Woman, is a Man who’s Sick of her Bullshit.

‘Say it again,’ she whispered, running her fingers through his hair.
‘I love you,’ he said. He traced her curves in the moonlight.
‘If you mean it…Say it again,’ she whispered.
‘I love you,’ he said.
‘One more time’ she whispered
‘I love you,’ he said
‘Say it again.’
‘Ok, now you’re just being annoying…’