Your mother was weird

Sitting in the coffeehouse, Thalia set down her half-empty mug .she nursed her temple as the constant chatter, clattering of dishes and the murmurs of voices together with the whirs of blenders, and the chiming of the bell hanging on top of the door registered. She wasn’t in her best form and all of this was thanks to Carter who had repeatedly ‘claimed her ‘ last night, Carter had woken her up to a countless number of times last night, there might little of what can be done that he might have not done to her body. Thalia was sure that now Carter might have a rather good idea about her body than her, he had staked his claim such that she might never dare to either forget or deny.

He had continued to stake the said claim of his until this morning, after she had fallen unconscious, Thalia has expected that he might leave her alone. Oh boy, she was wrong, not only