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 (  .  .  .  )  A  PERSONAL  INTERPRETATION  OF  GARRET GRAHAM  FROM  OFF CAMPUS.  TAKEN  INSPIRATIONS  FROM  MIXED MEDIA AND THE BOOKS BY ELLE KENNEDY  WITH  THE  ADDITION  OF  MY  OWN  HEADCANONS. FOCUSED ON DYNAMICS. PERSONALS  DNI. LOVED BY IVORIE.                     ⁰¹   INFO    .    ⁰²  PROMPTS   .    ⁰³  BOARD .

𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 : @holdthe1ine @alliec4t  . @wellzie  . @cahmpus  . @bri4raes . @briarhq

garrett's head has never whipped around so fast it hurts. his hand comes up to reach to the back of his neck, rubbing the spot it suddenly hurt. his dark hues take in hannah, how serious her features were it terrified him. her nostrils were flared, fists in knuckles. thick brows rise against his forehead, turning to face her now. his head shakes, dark curls bounce against his head at how aggressive his action was. ❝ hannah, of course i love you. ❞ feet move forward a little, every part of him screams to hold her in his arms and tell her how silly she was being, but she was in fact serious.

her question comes from the bathroom, while he was fixing up his tie. it was one of many galas that his team would have to be present at and for his date how could he not ask allie to be next to him? after all, she truly was a gift under the spotlight. ❝ with the most pleasure, darling. ❞ he's fast crossing the bedroom to the joint suite, and just one full look of allie his knees buck, garrett can't help but cat call whistle at her. the silk dress hugged every curve, it was nearly backless. his hand dips low to her lower waist, pulling her tight to him. his lip curls slightly, a small grin starting to form on his features. left hand squeezes her shoulder, releasing it to trail down her shoulders, to her hips purposefully going slow down her olive skin. finally, he captures the zipper making sure his eyes linger at the mirror in front of them. the golden zipper rises on her back two inches, his right hand grips her other hip, not caring if he wrinkles her dress or his pants. ❝ this one is my favorite. ❞ releasing her hip, his hand finds the strap holding her dress, pulling it to her side, exposing her collarbone. garrett bends slightly, her adorable height makes it slightly difficult to kiss her, but he still presses his lips hard against her neck.

it was the thousandth time that summer had snuck into his room, garrett would always go downstairs first to ensure that all the boys and lingering guests were occupied while his secret girlfriend slips up the stairs unnoticed, garrett usually ends up making them a round or two of shots, and then makes a huge excuse to go to his room. studying, sleep . . whatever popped into his head at the time. garrett always flew up the stairs when making his escape from his friends, two stairs at a time. his heart races inside his chest, the thought of summer waiting for him as she usually does. as soon as the man enters the room, his dark gaze spots her beautiful gorgeous blonde hair he can't help himself but launch himself across the room and onto his bed, pinning summer to his mattress, using his hips to pin her own down with the most devious smiles on his face. ❝ hi baby. ❞

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down. @summerdilaurentis

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