CITY IS AT WAR

Hearing the words, he moved his hand just enough to yank at his shirt a bit more, praying that it was long enough to hide the obvious between the two. “Yeah --- few minutes,” he muttered, holding back the embarrassment until he was alone to curse himself. “You got a lie? Or you going to wing it? I mean you’re smart but you suck at lying on the spot, Ang.”

Once he was given silence, a small smirk moved onto his lips, although that didn’t stop the movements as his hands moved up her back slowly, one arm wrapping around her tightly to hold her small body against his own as his other hand moved up to the back of her head, holding onto a nice handful of hair for a few seconds before he forced himself to pull back. “Okay ---- okay, we should stop,” he said breathlessly, the tightening of his jeans was enough of an indication.

“Accelerating, isn’t it?” He muttered against the softness of her lips as he continued the kiss without a care in the world. Clay had never been interested in anyone that his sister managed to hang around, especially her best friend in the beginning. Ang had been the girl that always turned his video games off, that was until the day her lips became more lovely to look at and her makeup less face was something he decided he wouldn’t mind waking up beside one day. Although with his sister in the way, it was awkward to even think about making it official and have his twin have to see the pair cuddly on a constant basis, and the jokes that would swam between the pair; definitely not something he was interested in yet.

“Hm, well that’s just boring and an unneeded conversation right now,” he muttered quietly with a small smirk on his lips as he leaned down once again to pull the woman into his body, moving his hands to her lower back but nothing lower to respect her decisions that were indicated early into their --- whatever they had. It was a damn family night, and he should’ve known better than to yank the woman into a bathroom to avoid going back out into the living room where his twin and mother were watching some romcom together, but it should’ve also been expected.

Clay: So you'll be fine with me walking around shirtless?

Clay: Oh? Well then I guess I'll have to wear something nicer and put a shirt on for your sake.

Clay: How are you?

Clay: Hey

It didn’t take that long for the male to pull into the driveway of the Wolff’s, walking to the door and knocking, his hands sweaty with a sense of nervousness despite the pair hanging out almost every second day.

Letting out his own chuckle, Clay nodded his head at her words before pushing himself off the bed. Despite this stoner and carefree ways, he was secretly a prude himself, although he allowed others around him to believe that he wasn’t, shrugging at all the stories people would tell and ask him about. “Iron Fist huh? Give me about ten minutes -- you want me to grab anything on my way?”

Clay couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the words coming from the woman’s face, especially with the involvement of the adorable smile. “Are you secretly asking me to come over for sex, Miss. Wolff? I thought we were more involved than that,” he muttered teasingly as he held his phone up more towards his face.