🍒why so sexy if so dumb?🍒

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It was almost sad that Hayes seemed to care more about her well being and getting back home safe, while her boyfriend was speeding to god knows where. Sure, he would end up calling her in an hour or two, or just a simple text after he cooled down, but Millie was getting sick of this rollercoaster of a relationship with him. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion at his question as she tilted her head slightly to the side. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't we be? Out of all of her boyfriend's friends, she preferred Hayes. There was just something about him that didn't make her feel like she was out of place or a burden when she was around. As she followed him around his car, she moved to stand near the open door. "What? Am I not allowed to be in the front seat with you?" She asked teasingly. "I don't understand how you're friends with him. You're a lot nicer."

Hayes smiled when she said that the two of them were good, but there was still a hint of uncertainty in it as he spoke. "I'm just double checking. I don't know if you think of me differently because your boyfriend being my good friend and everything." He shrugged, trying to play it off. Hayes always treated Millie like his friend as well, not just someone his mate was dating, unlike some of his friends who only ever saw her as “the girlfriend.” "I know how to manage my temper," he admitted, his tone more matter-of-fact than defensive. "You can sit in the front if you want. I just don't want you thinking you have too," he added, giving her the option without pressure. He got into the car and messed with the radio until Sabrina Carpenter filled the speakers; he left it on, knowing the song, letting it settle into the space between them. After a moment, his expression tightened slightly as he glanced over. "I'm sorry he treated you like that. It was real fucking gross."

Mia liked to think that they were meant to meet, meant to be together. At this point, she truly couldn’t imagine her life without Giovanni. Though they didn’t talk much about their pasts, she knew he had his own wounds, as well. She could tell when they first were serious and how some were surprised by the relationship. Mia never noticed that he had walls up. Everything seemed to just happen between them naturally, and it was easy for her to be around him. She hoped it was the same, it seemed it to the tiny redhead. All she wanted was to ease him even half as much as he eased and comforted her. She knew if she was scared or worried or something triggered her, she could come to him, that, somehow, he’d make it better. Mia smiled up at him, “You’re the best,” she tipped her head up to kiss his cheek. She really was trying to do better with not being overwhelmed, but it was still a whole process. Her therapist kept reminding her that it would take time, to be patient with herself.

Giovanni didn’t often talk about his past, especially not the relationship that had left more of an imprint on him than he cared to admit. Whenever it came up, there was a quiet shift in his expression, something more vulnerable that he usually kept carefully tucked away. What he had with Mia, though, felt entirely different in a way he was still learning to understand. It wasn’t heavy in the same way; it was softer, more mutual, like they had somehow found each other at the right time without needing to force anything. Mia and Giovanni seemed to lean into one another naturally, as if the space between them didn’t need to be questioned or justified. She moved closer, the small red-haired girl comfortably nuzzling against his neck, and he couldn’t help the easy grin that formed in response. There was something grounding about her presence, something that made him feel less like he had to guard every part of himself. “I like when you’re sitting in my lap so we’re both on the same level there,” he chuckled, his tone light but sincere, appreciating the closeness more than he openly admitted.

of course her brother couldn't find out, or else they would both be in trouble. considering she knew he'd made a point of telling greyson to stay away from her, but then he'd also told her to stay far away from greyson. mostly from embarrassment, because he felt like as his younger sister with all her innocence she might say something that would tarnish his reputation. if only he knew about her crush on greyson. that was far from her mind when he was stood there, his presence so overwhelming in the best of ways. "i guess.. do you want this off? or.. do you want to?" she turned herself to the side a fraction as she slowly slipped off her heels, revealing the zip at the side of her dress.

Greyson watched closely as Brooklyn turned toward him, her grin carrying a quiet confidence that immediately held his attention. “I can do it,” he promised, his voice steady and sure. With two fingers, the brunette carefully pinched the zipper and began to drag it downward in a slow, deliberate motion. Greyson’s gaze followed the line of movement instinctively, tracking the gradual reveal of her spine as the fabric eased away beneath his touch. There was a brief hush of anticipation, broken only by the soft rustle of material shifting. When the zipper finally reached its end, the outfit loosened and slipped free, dropping with a muted thud onto the floor. Greyson exhaled under his breath, his expression shifting into something more stunned and appreciative. “Oh damn,” he muttered.

nico was generally the type of person who said how he felt, most of the time. however, when it came to saskia, he felt like he couldn't really do that as easily. he knew that if he did, that here was a chance things could alter between them as they both wanted different things, and he didn't want that to happen. he liked the time where it was just them. it killed him in these moments being selfless and trying to set her up with someone. "yeah i just wanted a bit of fresh air, and neens didn't want to vape on her own." he wasn't wrong. "how was your conversation with tj.. is he the kind of guy you're looking for?" truth be told he wasn't sure he was ready for her answer.

Saskia glanced over at Nico, her expression thoughtful before she gave a small shake of her head, as if gently correcting an assumption he hadn’t quite voiced outright. “I like him,” she admitted, her tone honest and unguarded, the kind that didn’t leave much room for misinterpretation, yet still carried a softness that suggested she cared about how her words landed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pausing briefly as she searched for the right way to explain it. “But not romantically. Not that he isn’t handsome or anything,” she added quickly, a faint, almost amused smile tugging at her lips as she acknowledged the obvious. TJ was good looking, there was no denying that, and Saskia wasn’t blind to it. Still, her feelings settled firmly elsewhere, grounded in something more familiar and steady. “He seemed more like a brother to me than someone I’d end up fancying,” she continued, her voice softening slightly, as if the comparison itself brought a sense of comfort. There was no awkwardness in her confession, just clarity, the kind that came from understanding her own emotions without overcomplicating them. She looked back at Nico then, her expression warm and appreciative. “Thank you for introducing him to me though. He seems like a really cool guy.”

Gemma sits in the passenger’s seat, quiet as everybody spoke about the movie. She wasn’t the biggest horror movie fan. She thought they were too bloody, too scary. She preferred rom coms or dramas. But the majority wanted to see it, so of course she just had to tag along and sit through it. Most of her time was spent gripping her boyfriend’s arm or hiding her face against his shoulder, so she missed some parts. But she knew enough to follow along to the conversation being had in the car. Then Teddy speaks up and it’s like everybody wanted to linger in his every word, even if they didn’t agree with his opinion. He just had that commanding presence somehow. Her head turns to glance over at him and she rolls her eyes, laughing a little. “Yeah, no thank you. I’d be too creeped out to even think about being turned on,” she muses. “How many more are they going to make? I feel like eight is way too many of anything, especially when they all are basically the same thing,” she finds herself commenting, head falling off to the side so she can stare out the window once again. She just wasn’t built for a horror movie, finding them too violent and too depressing sometimes.

Teddy glanced over at Gemma, quietly observing the way she stayed close to him throughout the night, often leaning into his arm or hiding her face against his shoulder during the more intense parts of the conversation and earlier scares. He found it endearing rather than surprising, aware that horror and slasher films were not for everyone, and her reactions only made her seem more human to him. With a playful grin, he tilted his head and asked, “Even if you knew it was me behind the mask?” as if testing the boundaries of the fear she was feeling. He shrugged a moment later, continuing on in a more casual tone. “It’s a franchise, and one you can easily follow on from. I feel like they’ll milk it for all it’s worth,” he confessed, speaking like someone already thinking about sequels and predictable twists. As they drove, Teddy watched the streetlights ahead flicker suddenly, plunging the road into darkness for a few seconds before they hummed back to life. He paused, looking around with mild surprise before exhaling, “Damn. It’s darker out than I thought.” A grin spread across his face as he added, “Spooky!” enjoying the eerie atmosphere despite the chill it brought with it.

It took some effort to keep Selene interested sometimes. She wasn’t the type to just disregard people necessarily, she just got bored easily. She liked the calm, but she also liked the excitement, and most people weren’t good at having that balance she felt like. But with them, every part of her felt satisfied. Like she didn’t need to go searching for anything else right now. “If you’re well behaved, then I’m celibate,” she sarcastically counters with an amused smirk of her own. “I have to keep an eye on both of you all the time.” She watches as he gets closer and Garrett following right after, feeling them closing in and trapping her between them as if they were lions and they caught their prey. It honestly always turned her on, just being between them in any capacity. Even during more innocent times. “I don’t know if I should be insulted or impressed,” she chimed in when they both comment on the time they would need. Her slight laughter dies in her throat when Dean suddenly moves his hand between her legs. Of course her panties were already wet, it was hard not to get aroused with them. Her eyes drift shut for a moment and the softest of moans leaves her. “Is this turning into a competition?” She questions, glancing at them again once she collects her bearings.

Kat gives a thoughtful nod, finding that it was a good idea to talk a little during the massage. She was sure of it was completely silent, she would grow uncomfortable and that would defeat the purpose of being here. At the mention of the sounds of the oil, she makes a face before laughing a bit. “Yeah, I don’t really want to hear that, so talking is a good idea,” she muses with a smile. At the question, she gives a nod in approval that it would be okay to take off the robe. It made sense, he couldn’t exactly massage her over the thing. “Yeah, that’s fine,” she replies. She loosens the robe tie to make it easy to slip it off. Her skin bare underneath except for the lavender tattoo she had along her left rib cage. She listens as he explains the first steps of the process and it made her feel better that he was explaining every step instead of just starting with no warning. “Sounds good,” she smiles a bit, giving her consent that she was okay with these first few steps. “I’m in your expert hands, do what you need to do,” she half jokes around. She had the utmost confidence that he knew exactly what he was doing at this point, it felt like he had proven that both with his references and his professional demeanor right now. She lays there, waiting for the next steps. “How long have you been doing this?” She finds herself questioning to start off some small talk, fingers lightly drumming against the table where her arm was resting against her side, a signs there was still the slightest of nerves there. But she was sure it would disappear soon enough. “You seem like you know a lot.”

Lawson made sure to give Kat plenty of time to settle in, never rushing her or filling the space with unnecessary pressure, letting the atmosphere stay calm and controlled so she could relax at her own pace. He began by preparing the oils slowly, pouring a small amount into his palms before rubbing them together deliberately to warm them, the motion steady and practiced. Only once he was sure his hands were comfortable did he approach her, speaking in an easy, conversational tone that kept things grounded. “I’ve been doing this stuff for about three or four years now,” he admitted, glancing down briefly as he worked. “I used to do it as work experience and loved it, so I just continued it.” His voice carried a relaxed honesty as he continued. "I tend to work a lot with people with sport injuries." He confessed honestly, since it paid well. “But I prefer working on people’s backs or shoulder pain,” he added, applying the oil carefully as he spoke. “It’s nice to shift some of that ache away, especially when people come in expecting it.” There was a quiet pride in the way he said it, though not boastful, more like someone who genuinely enjoyed helping. After a pause, he gave a small exhale of amusement, shaking his head slightly. “Most people are completely normal,” he confessed, easing into the rhythm of his work. “But I have had a few who think I’m going to be like the guys on the internet,” he added, his tone light but pointed, clearly referring to unrealistic expectations some clients arrived with. "They freak me out."

Kate listened carefully to Valentino's words, her green hues detailing his handsome features. He was a very interesting man, very kind compared to the other men she had met before. Feeling his hand on her shoulder, the woman just nodded quietly before then whispering. "I know you are right. I am just being stubborn." She tried to laugh but behind this attitude was hidden a broken heart. One that was way too often used, destroyed and thrown away. "I tried dating apps and I hated them. There is nothing spontaneous, it always feels forced." She shuddered at the simple thought of it. When Valentino mentioned the idea of traveling to a destination with someone she didn't know, Kate couldn't help but smile warmly at him. After all, she was to fly abroad, to another continent with her new bodyguard. "Well, I am looking forward to flying and traveling." She simply stated, a little hint of amusement in her eyes. "Naturally, we will stay in a five star hotel and all the expenses will be charged on my account. You should enjoy the trip as well besides protecting me."

Valentino shook his head as the topic of dating apps came up, a look of mild disbelief crossing his features. "Men on dating apps are disgusting. Most of them are only after one thing," he explained, speaking with the confidence of someone who had heard enough stories to form a strong opinion. He had never spent much time on those apps himself, but his friends certainly had, and over the years they had shared countless tales of awkward encounters, misleading profiles, and people who seemed interested in little beyond fleeting attention. From what Valentino had heard, genuine intentions often felt rare. A polite smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned back slightly in his chair. "If you're staying at nice places, I can look out for some good guys," he said with a grin, clearly trying to be helpful rather than judgmental. He lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug. "Ones with money who treat you nice would be good." There was a teasing note in his voice, but sincerity underneath it. Valentino believed that if someone was going to pursue Kate's attention, they should at least be respectful, stable, and capable of offering her the kindness and security she deserved.