; love on the run

Making her way right into his apartment, Elodie walked toward the kitchen and opened his fridge to grab a water before she sat down on a stool. “Bossy is hot. And even if you don’t think it is, I’ll still be bossy.” She murmured before taking a sip and swinging one leg over the other, sitting with perfect posture as her skirt spilled over the edge of the stool.

“On you, of course. Not so much on everyone else.” He bit at his bottom lip and hesitated a moment before he spoke. “How mad are you at me? Mad enough that you won’t let me cook for you?”

Of course, she didn’t know yet how he could pay. There was one option, but that seemed a bit too mean. Then again, Elodie could always ‘accidentally’ facetime his sister, that would probably prove her vengeance, but it could also possibly scar Dylan, so she decided to keep it in the back of her mind. “Well are you going to unlock it, or are you going to take off my clothes on the steps here?” She gestured toward the door in front of them.

Dallas snorted. “As if.” As if he would want anyone else to see her naked. Although he was pretty sure he’d expressed that already. He unlocked the door, watching her walk in before he locked it again. He wet his lips, kicking his shoes off. “Tsk, so bossy.”

She wasn’t about to forgive him just because he kissed her, but Elodie didn’t completely loathe Dallas in that moment either. She rolled her eyes but didn’t push him away when he grabbed her hand, acting as if it was only him pulling her toward his apartment. “Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with that. You’ll pay for it.”

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Dallas had the feeling that he wouldn't live that one down. And he'd only said it because he was mad at her. "I'm sorry." Dallas leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the corner of Elodie's mouth. "I didn't mean it." He watched her for a moment before he changed his mind from saying anything else, and slipped his hand in hers to tug her alongside him. "C'mon."

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“How are you going to treat me now knowing some guy’s hands have been all over me?”

“Actions speak louder than words, darling.”

“It’s not like you’re any better.”

“Blah, blah blah.”

“Jealousy is pretty hot. Mm, I can imagine. I bet you really do miss fucking me.”

“Are you going to make me keep missing fucking you?”