She's angry at me. She's staring daggers at me. I don't know why. But she does. I got up from the other side of the room, and sat on the bed, wrapping my arms around her. "What." she says. "Don't what me." I say. "What do you need?" she asks. "Don't play stupid. You're glaring at me, honey." I sigh.
I don't know what to make of this.
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Hamilton x reader
Historical FictionRead the title and if your felling naughty, read it again
