“Ten outta ten, toots!”

I was dating a woman when I met Miguel. I think I could tell that. Really? About me? Yeah, you have that vibe to you.

SIMPLE  ACTS  OF  ROMANTICISM 

again feel free to switch around sender and receiver in these after pasting!

His hand raised quicker than intended, his fingers sinking into the soft skin of her wrist. It was a reflex, completely unexpected and yet he felt it surge throughout his entire body.

It was a soft gesture, fingers pushing aside the wave of hair that drifted down into his eyes. It was innocent to those around them but he knew where they'd been last night, where they'd wind up hours from now. He couldn't risk them getting caught, couldn't take a chance that the nurse on duty would separate them if she noticed Jinx touch even a single strand of his raven hair. He was being dramatic, but the meds were starting to make him edgy; the meds, he was trying so hard to comply.

" Don't, " he gritted out, his fingers still locked around her wrist, pulling her hand down until it was securely in her lap. His eyes flitted from her face down to her legs where he'd laid her hand. He licked his lips, swallowing hard as he noticed the prints of his fingers against her pale flesh. " Sorry, " he breathed, thumb rubbing against the curve of her wrist and hand, leading up to her fingers. He didn't know why he was apologizing. If anyone were to see the marks he'd left on her last night they'd faint in horror. Marc remembered the way she'd egged him on, her fingers in his mouth, her hand wrapped around his wrist as his own digits buried knuckle deep inside her. Curling and flexing, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. When he was free he'd lunged forward, mouth attaching to her breasts, biting and sucking the tender area. Blood vessels oozing to the surface and breaking until she was a mess of welted lust bites and rosy tints.

𝖩𝗂𝗇𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖩𝗂𝗇𝗑 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝖧𝗎𝗁?.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒. “𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑, 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.”

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. “𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, “𝖨 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖮𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋.”

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗒,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍. “𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇’, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇’, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗒. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼? 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐…𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅.”