🍒why so sexy if so dumb?🍒

Parties weren’t really Aspen’s thing. She tended to be quite focused on school and training, plus, with her mild hearing loss, it was hard to track things. Still, she went with Isaiah, but did tell him she might not last terribly long, depending how exhausting it got to try to keep up. On campus, Aspen was somewhat well known. It was hard to hide having won an Olympic medal a few years ago – plus her stalker, the fire, and all the news that gained. Not everyone knew her, but enough people did. Over time, some of the excitement around her being there died down, grateful for that, grateful to be able to more easily parse out who her friends were and who just liked the idea of her status. At first, she felt a bit awkward herself, though she enjoyed the couple dances with Isaiah, but she didn’t push. It was clear to her that he felt awkward, and she understood that, understood not wanting to be stared at by people.

Isaiah had never really minded being looked at, at least, not when the attention felt earned, chosen, or warm. A compliment, a second glance, a quiet moment of admiration, those were things he could accept, even enjoy. But this was different. This was the kind of staring that came from him not quite fitting anywhere, from being too noticeable without trying. His height made that impossible to ignore; it announced him before he could speak, before he could decide who he wanted to be in a room. He didn’t want to be the first thing people saw or the thing they remembered for being unusual. More than anything, Isaiah wanted the simple comfort of blending in, of being just another face in the crowd.

Sam didn't get to where he was in life by turning down great opportunities. Technically, it felt like cheating (he was still a lawyer, after all, and he lived on technicality), because the girls were supposed to be showing what they can do without any interference from him. Imogen offered, though, and it WAS a test of her skills wasn't it? If there was something a lawyer appreciated more than technicalities, it was loopholes.

Imogen looked up at him as he held her head down on his cock. The petite blonde drew in a small breath, as if surfacing briefly before being pulled back into the quiet intensity of the moment. Her eyes lingered on Sam, searching his expression. When he finally let her go, she shifted, a little unsteady but composed, and moved to sit beside him on the couch. The air between them felt softer now, like something shared but unspoken, as she settled into the cushion and let herself relax.

Hope felt the familiar vibration of her phone getting a text message. She quickly added him to her contacts, wanting to make sure that his number didn't get lost in the sea of congratulations she was getting after doing well in her skating event earlier in the day. "I guess that depends on what the dress code is for dinner." Hope told him with a playful smirk. "If you want me in full sexy mode, I am going to need at least an hour. Lucky for you, the rest of my day is pretty open." She said as that was the luxury of being done her event. Now Hope had all the time she wanted to enjoy herself for the next few days before she started more intense training.

Avery’s tone carried an easy confidence as he looked at Hope, a playful grin spreading across his face. “I’ll give you an hour,” he said, punctuating the remark with a teasing wink. “Dress as pretty as you can. I’m sure it won’t be hard.” The comment was light-hearted rather than demanding, revealing how comfortable he already felt around her. As he studied her expression, he couldn’t help noticing her natural attractiveness. To him, Hope already stood out without any effort, and he suspected that seeing her dressed up would only reinforce that impression.

Joseph took a sip from his ice tea, then says, "I think many who graduate with fancy degrees, would be better served to start a job at the bottom, work a couple of years there, then get the office job they usually get." "That might help with their,...perspective, on the various layers of different employment around them."

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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.”