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when he finally bit the bullet and rejoined her at the twinkie. stumbling over the keys in his grasp he couldn’t seem to work the lock that was otherwise habit to him.

“ kie before anything happens, i just. am i reading things right here? like. do you really want to do this? ”
December 2, 2024 at 10:15 PM
stop. 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 . . that’s stupid. okay just walk up to her and then just put the moves on her. simple. ”

but if it were so simple, why was his pulse hammering on the inside of his wrist? never had any of his hookups constricted his chest in such a way.

“ sup ” was decided on subconsciously
December 2, 2024 at 10:15 PM
the crowd, a plea made to john b in the name of wing manning to hand over the keys.
November 29, 2024 at 5:21 AM
a glance back to the party would reveal john b chatting up a tourist and pipe well occupied by surrounding group of guys from the cut that worked in figure eight.

“ operation grand theft auto. ” was mumbled more to himself before a promise to meet her at the van in ten. disappearing back into
November 29, 2024 at 5:21 AM
set aside, it would be swallowed entirely at the slightest inkling that something was bothering her.
November 28, 2024 at 6:10 PM
her rash reaction now, being shoved away, as just another slammed door in his face, his discreet attempts at making a move not received.

“ hey, what’s with you? is everything alright? ” step was taken forward in pursuit of her, hand grasping around elbow to stop fleeing attempts. bruised ego was
November 28, 2024 at 6:10 PM
he stared at moving lips through hooded gaze had less of an excuse, but could always be blamed on casual attraction. each of these attempted advanced made silently with as much delicacy as bobby pin’s attempts at disarming dead bolted lock. the door always remained closed.

he came to accept
November 28, 2024 at 6:10 PM
hence advancements often being downplayed-— the hand that placed itself on her waist where the hem of jean shorts met exposed skin could be considered a friend helping another from drunkenly stumbling. the way
November 28, 2024 at 6:10 PM
“ you know, hook me up with some other kook. preferably one without seltzer soaked clothes. ”
November 28, 2024 at 8:14 AM
from contact-— “ at the very least you could replace the damages you caused. ”

hands pocketed themselves, boot toeing at damp sand to test the waters of approaching tide, as he tested her reaction by beating around the bush.
November 28, 2024 at 8:14 AM
the rest parted to spend the night with tourists visiting the island.

“ in the name of chivalry, as your damsel in distress, you are required by law to pay retribution for my suffering “
November 26, 2024 at 9:08 AM
hands rested on knees while breath was caught, squinted eyes glancing up to catch her expression

“ as much as i love pulling one over on the kooks, she’ll remember that. why’d you do it? ”
November 25, 2024 at 10:03 PM
to prevent escalation.

“ ooo, sorry bout’ that. my friend here is so clumsy. you need a towel? let me go get you a towel ”

escape was made with kie dragged by the forearm, once turned a smile split his face

“ couldn’t resist ruining a hundred dollar blouse could you? ”
November 25, 2024 at 8:42 PM
oh the work for him.

the interest taken in blonde girl was no deeper than thin layer of foam that topped the stale beer in red solo, cup would be used to hide amusement at suddenly angered kook.

lips formed o shape, wince just as performative when he stepped between the two
November 25, 2024 at 8:42 PM