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           it still seems crazy, seeing sully’s still married best friend– but god, even if the messiness, she wouldn’t trade him for the world. “you’re pretty special to me, too. saw you walk into that coffee shop and my heart just about fell to my ass.” she grins and puts her hands on his face, thumbs running along cheekbones. “hey, you do fucking deserve me, alright? and i deserve you. because we’re both sick as fuck and deserve to be happy. together. got that?”

           there was something about the adrenaline rush he got from stuffing a lipstick up his coat sleeve– he figures he would do it again and again if nicola was by his side. “any time, nic,” he smirks and slowly takes the fenty beauty red lipstick from his sleeve, waving it in her face. “i hear this shit is all the rage, or whatever. something about rihanna? i don’t fucking know, but i do know you’d look damn good in red.”

      as his body hovered over hers, sveta’s fingertips trailed against his skin. she was in a state of euphoria all over again ––– in a matter of fucking minutes. the feel of his soft lips against her body had her back arching off the bed and into his chest. she wished that he didn’t know how to play his body as well as he did but she knew damn well that was wishful thinking. as mike yanks her head back, the brunette lets out a small, short yelp. ❝ yes sir. i’ve got it. ❞

           chelsea had always been known as the good girl that followed on the rules and that had included when his younger had requested that she never become involved with her older brother. as much as she found donovan attractive and charming she knew that if she went against her best friend’s wishes it could ruin everything and chelsea wasn’t sure if she was ready to do something like that in order to be with him. “i promised her that nothing would ever happen between us and i can’t just break that, she is my best friend.” 

      “why don’t we cut the bullshit and be honest that you’ve been out to get even with our parents for making us get married. believe me i am just as unhappy in this marriage than you are but that doesn’t mean i am going to just let you try and fuck up this deal for me.” emmett had always been known as a man with a hard shell and ruled with an iron fist so nothing was going to change even if she had become his wife. “you’re exactly right you’re going to be the best little wife that you are for show and then when this is all over with we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist.” 

          even just the feeling of his thumb against her hand is enough to soothe her completely– god, when had she become such a sap for him? she nods her head and soaks in his words, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, and she felt her heart drop when he said THAT word. “i want you to take all the time you need,” she says, and she means it with complete honesty. “i just– it sounds selfish, dude. i just want to know that i’m not something temporary, is all.” she brings his hand towards her and presses a kiss to his knuckles, looking at him through her lashes. “you’re so fucking sick, bruno. i want you to live a life where everyone sees that and appreciates you for it. you deserve that.”