Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

there always seem to be that struggle, finding enough time for one another. and while this isn't the ideal date, it's better than nothing. likes having him here, in the shop, where she actually loves being. no pressure from her parents or anything. " mmm, " chewing and swallowing the last of her pizza before drying hands on a napkin. " just finish the last few details of this, it should take like, ten minutes probably. " should probably print it out to the agreed size, but she could always just arrive a little earlier for tomorrow's session instead.

slow  nod  of  his  head,  rattily  dyed  strands  of  pink  brushing  against  his  forehead.  not  the  idea  setup,  but  willing  to  make  it  work  regardless  -  schedules  not  as  flexible  as  one  may  have  wished.       ❝ should  be  enough  time  to  finish  this  up  too,  did  you  want  to  stay  the  night?  ❞        nod  towards  his  textbook  and  half  the  chapter  he's  missing.  not  sure  if  she  has  the  time,  he  too  would  leave  early  in  the  morning.

cowboy rolls his eyes at her. so adamant in the boy department. proved many a - time that he was no boy, yet in her mischief tinted eyes that's what he was. and it just made him laugh. he takes the pad of his thumb that had the beer on it into his mouth, giving it a suck before chuckling. " a spoilt brat. first time i've been called that. " no it hasn't, and it probably won't be the last. her offer was too good to pass up however, and instead of taking that bottle from delicious fingers, he steps forward and swipes what was left of the beer on her chin with his tongue. " prefer whiskey. "

ballsy  she  believes,  her  breath  hitching  in  the  back  of  her  throat  as  pink  muscle  lick  at  her  beer  stained  chin.  defiance  lingering  in  rich  chocolate  hues,       ❝ and  yet  you  are  the  one  who  brought  me  a  beer,  so  whose  fault  is  that?  ❞        head  tilting,  could've  offered  her  whiskey.       ❝ acting  as  if  i'm  one  of  your  cheap  buckle  bunnies,  ❞        no  better  than  them,  she  too  had  found  herself  beneath  the  handsome  cowboy  -  though  she  may  be  the  only  one  to  top  the  arrogant  rider.

…      he  certainly  didn’t  see  why  not,     more  than  anything  asher  saw  it  as  his  responsibility  to  get  jeremiah  out  of  his  shell.    wanted  to  see  him  with  a  girl  of  his  own,     more  than  anything.     ❝   i  mean,  if  she’ll  come,  yeah,  absolutely.   ❞     it  wasn’t  a  priority  of  his  to  force  her  into  any  uncomfortable  situations,    and  christmas  wasn’t  exactly  a  memorable  holiday  for  the  ballerina.     ❝   why  don’t  we  focus  on  getting  you  someone  to  bring  home  for  your  maman,  instead?   ❞     nudged  him  with  his  elbow,    knowing  that  would  make  the  both  of  them  happier  than  anything  else.     ❝   nobody  you  have  your  eyes  on,  nobody  at  all?   ❞  

ever  the  opportunist  to  meddle  with  his  non-existent  love  life,  trades  had  made  it  nearly  impossible  to  keep  up  with  relationships.  despite  playing  for  rival  teams.  the  center  prays  new  york  will  be  his  forever  home,  even  if  he  misses  the  cold  north.  much  of  his  found  family  were  in  new  york  now.  younger  sister  too,  moved  from  texas  to  new  york  to  be  closer  to  him.       ❝ it  is  a  little  too  late  for  that  don't  you  think?  ❞        head  tilting,  december  fast  approaching  and  he'd  barely  have  the  time  to  get  to  know  someone  before  christmas.  can't  expect  anyone  to  travel  home  to  visit  his  beloved  mamam.       ❝ so  you  bring  samara,  at  least  one  of  us  won't  be  a  disappointment  in  the  eyes  of  my  maman  then.  ❞       not  knowing  his  younger  sister  is  in  fact  dating  the  quarterback  who'd  been  a  thorn  in  her  side,  leaving  the  eldest  beauvillier  the  only  single  in  their  blended  family.

aware she is very pregnant right now, and she doesn't have too much energy to begin with, but it's snowing for the first time this year. and it's tradition at this point. even if she isn't having a brawl with frankie right now. instead wrapped in a mismatching scarf and beanie, thick jacket thrown on and feet in a pair of uggs, fuzzy pair of socks inside. not looking her usual fashionable self, but she wanted out and knew archie probably wouldn't be happy if she was freezing her ass off. head thud back against his chest and eyes close, letting the snow pepper across her face before it quickly melt upon contact. " i love this, " a low murmur while her hands go ontop of his, resting on the ever growing bump.

always  valued  comfort  and  practicality  over  a  fashion  statement  -  much  unlike  his  girlfriend  and  twin  sister.  daughters  of  fashion  designers.  summer  had  often  been  in  tears  over  how  little  her  middle  child  cared  for  the  expensive  clothing  she'd  dressed  her  children  in.  pleased  that  nora  this  winter  had  opted  for  practicality  over  a  coat  she  no  longer  fit  into,  ever-growing  baby  bump  that  his  calloused  palms  found  purchase  at  whenever  there's  a  chance.  thumbs  stroking  her  belly,  head  tilting  as  hers  thud  against  broad  chest.  adorable  with  the  subtle  reddish  tint  to  the  tip  of  her  nose  from  the  cold.       ❝ i  know  you  do...  you  should  enjoy  it  too,  last  time  it  will  just  be  the  two  of  us,  ❞        baby  on  their  arm  next  christmas,  something  he  looks  forward  to  despite  pregnancy  being  unplanned.

it wasn't exactly meant to come out the way it did. her tongue ran before her brain could filter the words. his arm had her grounded, a soft breath expelled. " no, no. " she shakes her head, smiling up at him with that sweetness only she could possess. " you're here to support your brother. you shouldn't have to leave on my account. "

rough  thumb  brush  back  and  forth  over  narrow  shoulder,  keeping  her  close.  near  melting  at  the  sweetness  lingering  upon  pillowy  soft  brims,       ❝ deacon  won't  mind,  ❞        he  reassures  once  more,  hues  drifting  to  the  bronc  rider  in  question  -  nothing  seemed  to  shake  the  middle  child.  not  counting  for  the  hellraiser  who'd  shaken  up  the  entire  ashby-clan.       ❝ your  comfort  is  more  important,  so  let's  go.  ❞        bulky  frame  easily  hauling  the  teacher  to  her  feet,  not  wanting  to  stay  another  minute  and  let  her  relive  trauma.