SEMI HIATUS

Before I start, I should just apologize for having to apologize a hundred times. More like a million, or however many it takes to get across that I am a terrible human being. This is the most public away to confess my sins, and the only way that I truly know how. 

My name is Amy.

Ivy wasn’t sure if she was delusional from lack of sleep or what, but she was smiling like an idiot and thoroughly enjoying herself. “Against them? That’s hilarious. He must only settle for the best. Don’t know how he’s settling for me.” The brunette offered another smile as she listened to the soft coos from the child. “You know, i’m not too sure I would dislike staying on the couch all night. But going out is great too.”

Astrid knew that Julian had decided not to tell her about Lewis for a reason. She wondered if Lewis knew she was going to be crashing there for a while. She slowly sat up and went to push the blankets aside. Only to run a hand through her hair,“ Hi,” she whispers, watching him light a cigarete and begin to look around,“ Merry Christmas.” She nodded slowly,barely listening as he explained what Julian was doing. Her hands tugged on the hem of her tank top,“ You know cigarettes are bad for you.” She rolled her eyes before pushing herself upright,“ Clearly my brother doesn’t tell you everything,” she told him,“ I’m broke and good for you behaving yourself.” She shrugged before walking over to pluck the cigarette from his mouth and take a drag on it herself,“ Any chance you can make coffee the same way that you used to?”

His free hand on the table is balling into a fist. To be meeting her family and having these things told to him is incredibly disheartening. A thousand ways he imagined this going and her ex’s name being brought up never once came to mind. He moves his hand noticing how threatening it may have looked and itched the back of his neck with it. “If we’re going to compare myself and him I think it’s more like comparing apples and oranges. You know, he may have made money in a very conventional way, but for that he lacked adventure, imagination, fun even. He works very hard for everything he’s gotten, except for your daughter. He got her and then he stopped putting in effort. I’d like to say that I’m sorry for the way that this beautiful girl and I met --- but I’m not.” He says clearly, smiling a bit towards the end only to come off as polite. “I’d do it a thousand times if it means that I didn’t have to see her look as defeated as she did with her marriage..she won’t ever feel that with me because giving up, and not trying isn’t even an option that I’ll be considering.”

Jem was almost taken aback by the way that he began to pin her back, a sigh leaving her lips as she looked up at him. “Do you mind?” She raised a brow, wiggling her arms from his grasp as she took a step back. “You’re more than welcome to go out on to the roof with me while our parents fuck themselves up, but i’m not going to be cute if you’re going to pretend like you didn’t think about me when we were growing up.”

“Same goes for me,” Delilah replied with a little smile though she still feels bad for the slaves who didn’t have anyone to whisk them away from that place, making her entirely grateful for finding Branson. However, he didn’t cease to continue making her cheeks redden like a blushing virgin at his comment. Burying her head against the crook of his neck, she whispered against the expanse of his neck, “I like that too.” At the thought of him finally meeting her parents and the questions he was asking, the brunette merely shrugged while giggling quietly, “There is no grand Delilah puzzle. I’m an open book. As for that, I don’t really know– she’s a very friendly woman but I’ve never brought a boy or a man home before. So I’m still not sure how she would react but judging by your charms, I think she’ll love you.”

august was rarely distracted, even when she had been with dylan – but this was different. all she could think about was him and what he was doing. she knew she had other players to tend to, but for some reason she had her mind on the one person who had been absent from her life for so long. it still shocked her that he was here, that he had been sent back to her. if anything the dinner was even more of a problem now. she hadn’t been too sure she wanted to go, knew it would just have to be another outfit she’d have to snake into and more fake smiles she’d have to plaster on her features for hours. plus he would be there now, maybe sitting next to the stupid receptionist or maybe another plus one. the idea alone made her freeze as she took a step into the reception hall, eyes wandering to the door that would lead her to the team … and him. her attention quickly turned to the voice greeting her, offering a smile. once inside she could barely make out everyone’s faces, especially each player as they sat well mannered in groomed – so unlike they often looked out on the ice. there was one face that would never be that of a stranger, her gaze locking with dylan’s as she gave him a look. though she knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her she just mouthed ‘help’ anyway, biting down on her lip as she realized she had no idea where they even wanted her to sit. 

Camille turns the shower knob allowing the warm water to pour over her aching body. Her eyes examined her owned torso, seeing the evidence of what they just did. Camille squirted some body wash on her body, allowing her body to roam around her body. She heard the door open and she turned around with bubbles all over her body, suds covering her skin. “A vibrator?” Camille cocked her head to the side as she thoroughly rinsed the suds off of her, grabbing a towel to pat herself dry. “I don’t know. I’m still recovering from my orgasm and I’m not sure if I can handle another one.”