🍒why so sexy if so dumb?🍒

He says, "I have the greatest respect for the hands on people, one does not realize how much they do, every day, so that we can live the way we do." He nods, then says, "Everyone does the part they can, an architect can design a building, but, put them on the construction crew, they are out of their depth." "It is that way with a lot of things."

Her lips curled into a grin as Asher's gaze kept flickering to her mouth. She was glad that she wasn't the only one who seemed to think about kissing each other. A soft, amused hum left her. "I don't know if I want my acting debut to be a soft-core porno, but for you I might make an exception," Jo teased. Honestly, if there hadn't been a director to tell them to stop she would have seen just how far Asher had been willing to go.

Asher let out a soft, teasing laugh, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth between them as he leaned in just slightly, his confidence unshaken. “I’m worth it right?” he asked with a playful edge, his tone light but probing, as if he already knew the answer he wanted to hear. “Besides, the girls who act all over someone usually are the ones getting jobs everywhere else. Haven’t you noticed Mika Abdalla lately? She’s doing well for herself,” he added with an amused grin, referencing an actress he had worked with before. “I’ve worked with her, she’s grown a lot since I first met her.” There was no malice in his words, just casual observation and a touch of industry perspective.

Selene was used to the antics. Especially when the two of them were together. It was like they fed off the other’s energy and she was in the crossfire, which she didn’t mind at all. She thrived in the middle of them, enjoying how it all played out each and every time. “Don’t apologize if you aren’t really sorry,” she playfully chastises Garrett, her words ending with a lighthearted giggle. Of course they weren’t going to just listen. She kind of figured that would be the case, so she was prepared. She looks between Garrett and then Dean, before fingers move to unclasp the buckles to her overalls. She lets the material fall and settle down on her hips to expose the tube top she had on underneath. Staring right at them, she tugs it over her head and off her body, leaving her completely bare as she tosses it to the floor. “Do you want to touch?” She prompts, her hands coming up to emphasize what she was saying by lightly tracing over her breasts. “Because if you do, then you two better start doing what I say and acting right.” Her words are said sternly but with a hint of coquettish charm that came so naturally to her. “The longer we take, the less time you have to play with me,” she adds, reminding them that they were wasting time. She steps closer to the pair, eyes never leaving them. “And that would be so tragic.” Her words are punctuated with a soft pout.

“You are. So much beauty, you could bring a tear to my eye… which usually only happens when you do other things to me,” she jokes around, her flirtatious nature always ever so present, even in the moment of working. Her head lifts to see Garrett eyeing Dean and her eyes are bright in amusement at how ridiculous they both could be. But she enjoyed it obviously. It came with the territory and she liked them both too much to be annoyed by it. She was able to slip into the dynamic easily enough where she didn’t feel like she was on the outside looking in. “Behave, Gare. He’s not a piece of meat,” she chimes in with a soft laugh, looking between the two men. “We’re dealing with two dangerous weapons that appear to be loaded, despite the circumstances,” she teases, making a show of her own to look down at what both of them were currently displaying. It was a natural thing of course. Through her experience, some guys would just get hard during a painting session,while others were too self conscious to even think about getting aroused. “I think you can handle it hitting you considering the activities you both get up to with me,” she easily points out. Hands on her hips, she tilts her head and stares at them. “Now, are you too going to be good boys and stay still or do I need to provide some incentive?” She questions with a stern look, but there’s a small smirk dancing on her lips.

Cleo let out a laugh, shaking her head as she glanced over at Lorelai. "Right, because nothing says successful holiday quite like spending your entire savings account on cocktails with names you can't pronounce." She pointed a finger at her dramatically before settling back into her seat. "My qualifications include carrying bags, judging strangers from a distance, and holding your hair back if those expensive cocktails start fighting back." A grin tugged at her lips as she watched her friend's excitement practically radiate through the car. When Lorelai mentioned the pool, Cleo didn't even hesitate. "Absolutely. Pool first." She nodded firmly, as though it were a matter of national importance. "You go work on your tan, and I'll work on not looking like a drowned rat the second I get in the water." Cleo laughed. "Besides, if we're getting cocktails later, I need a few hours to mentally prepare for paying fifteen pounds for a drink that comes with a tiny umbrella."

“When we start drinking, we won’t be able to pronounce them anyway,” Lorelai giggled, her tone light and full of anticipation as she thought about the day ahead with Cleo. There was something comforting about the idea of the two of them finally having time to themselves, away from work, responsibilities, and everything else that usually filled their schedules. Lorelai could already picture it clearly in her mind: lying back on a sun lounger, a romance book resting in her hands, the warmth of the sun slowly tanning her skin while the world around her felt distant and slow. It was the kind of simple peace she rarely allowed herself to enjoy, and she was determined to make the most of it. Turning slightly toward Cleo, she smiled with genuine curiosity. “You’ll have to let me know how the pool water feels,” she confessed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If it’s cold, I am not getting in. If it’s warm, I’ll consider it.” She wasn’t the strongest swimmer and never had been, but she still enjoyed the feeling of being in the water for short moments, floating or cooling off when the heat became too much.

open: f // mutuals & non-mutuals

"Fine." It seemed to be the word of this conversation, each one reluctantly giving in to the boundaries set by the other. It seemed easier than arguing about things. This was supposed to be a safe place and here she was forced to coexist with someone she didn't get along with. Maybe it would have been easier to keep sharing a room with her sisters. Her jaw clenched at his next demand. It wasn't like she slept around a lot, but Carsyn had been looking forward to having a space of her own where she could hook up with someone if she wanted. "Why? Jealous I'm not interested in fucking you?"

Reid narrowed his eyes at Carsyn, frustration flickering across his features as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “I’m not jealous,” he said, though the defensive edge in his voice suggested the situation bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Folding his arms briefly before letting them fall to his sides, he shook his head and looked at her with a pointed expression. “But as your ex, or whatever you want to call me, I don’t think it’s fair for you to shove it in my face.” He gave a small shrug, attempting to appear indifferent, but there was still hurt lingering beneath his words. “It’s not like it’s a one-sided thing,” he continued. “I wouldn’t do it to you either.” His gaze drifted away for a moment before returning to hers. “I just thought it was a nice gesture,” he said more quietly. “That we don’t rub each other up the wrong way any more than we already do.”

Aelin shook her head with a a slow smile. "It's just a few kisses.." She said, more or less to tell herself that this was okay. It wasn't like she could think clear now that their bodies were pressed together, when they were looking at each other like that. "Grey.." She sighed as he asked her to get out of there, leaning in to nuzzle her nose to his. Aelin was fighting all the voices in her head that told her to just turn around and leave, which was probably for the best. But Greyson kept looking at her and the two of them always had this thing that none of them could explain. "Let's go." She breathed out, hands moving from his neck down to grab one of his hands as she started making her way out of the club.

The way she said his name immediately captured Greyson’s attention, making him glance over at her with renewed focus. There was something in her tone that lingered, drawing a reaction he tried to hide. He bit down lightly on his bottom lip and raised an eyebrow, a smug grin slowly spreading across his face as curiosity mixed with amusement. “What?” he asked, the single word carrying a teasing edge, as though he already suspected there was more behind the way she had spoken to him. Without letting the moment fade, Greyson reached for her hand and threaded his fingers through hers, guiding them toward the exit. The cool air greeted them as they stepped outside, and he lifted his free hand to signal the nearest taxi. When it pulled up to the curb, he opened the door and glanced back at Aelin, his grin softening slightly. “I’ll follow you in,” he said, holding the door open and waiting for her to climb inside first.

Her face tilted up to keep her gaze locked on his as he moved closer. Rhiannon's heart beat rapidly in her chest. This wasn't right...but she'd felt some sort of unexplainable pull towards Greyson that had long since died with her current boyfriend. She'd been trying to find a way to end it but every time she found a moment she chickened out. "I'm not looking at you like anything," she lied.

Greyson gently tilted Rhiannon’s chin upward with his thumb, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he caught her staring. “You’re looking at me like I’ve either got something on my face,” he said, amusement dancing in his eyes, “or that you like one of my features.” The playful remark was followed by a soft laugh before he turned her around in his arms, guiding her through a slow twirl. When she faced him again, his expression softened with quiet confidence. “It’s okay,” he admitted, holding her gaze. “I’ve been looking at you for weeks.”

The joking poses make her smile because she knows it’s coming from a genuine place and not them mocking her process in any way. She guides Dean’s hand so it rested over the opposite shoulder, elongating him in a way. “Perfect. You both look like you belong in a museum,” she compliments. And it was true. They looked like perfection, statuesque and majestic, like they were meant to be admired. Garrett’s statement about doing anything for her made her feel good. “I owe you both big time,” she muses, showing that she felt the same way. She’d do anything for them. Laughter tumbles from her lips and her eyes follow the discarded towel before she glances to Dean to make sure he’s alright with that. “You guys ready?” She asks curiously, eager to get started while she had good natural light. She moves to her phone and connects it to her little Bluetooth speaker. Scrolling through, she finds her playlist she likes to listen to while working and hits play. “Okay, just try not to move too much. But if you need a break, let me know,” she instructs with a smile, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. She goes over to where she has her canvas set up and grabs her pencil so she can begin sketching them first. She starts off slow, just getting a rough outline of their positions. Her face is twisted in concentration as her head bobs slightly to Fleetwood Mac playing over the speaker. Most of the time when she was creating art, she forgot about everything else. To the point where sometimes she would go all day without eating or talking to anyone. It was just because she got so into it, not wanting to stop when she was on a creative streak.