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she wrapped both hands around the coffee cup , cradling it , allowing the heat seep into her palms even for just a moment . she stood in front of her desk rather than behind it , like sitting down might mean committing to this moment longer than she could afford . there had already been small talk , enough to make this feel dangerously close to normal , and she realized she was getting too comfortable . her gaze flicked up at him , soft for a fraction of a second , before something in her expression tightened , responsibility shifting back into its usual place . “ this a nice gesture , ” she admitted , like she owed him that much , but her office loomed around them ⎯⎯⎯ screens lit , papers spread on top of mahogany surface , her phone buzzing somewhere out of reach . everything waiting . all of it her responsibility to fix in the usual absence of her brother . she exhaled with a sigh , glancing past him and toward the door , as if already calculating how to end this without making it feel like that ; an ending . “ — today's just not a great day , that's all . ” could she even remember the last day she'd welcomed a distraction ? a single moment where even the slightest detour from her schedule had caused anything but heightened anxiety ? her fingers tightened slightly around the cup . she didn't drink it . didn't let herself enjoy it . knowing what she was about to do , it didn't feel like she deserved to . “ i don't really have time to do .. this , right now . ” she freed one hand to make a small , vague gesture between them , like she didn't dare to define what this was , though what she was referring to was clearly more than just the cup of coffee resting between her hands .
✱ adeola doesn't think she's run that fast since the day she almost missed her chem exam ⸻ the fact she did it in a pair of fluffy bunny slippers making it that much more impressive. " shut up. shut up, shut up ⸻ " the weight that had been sitting directly on her chest for the last few hours finally lifts, voice breaking into a pathetic sob as she turned her back toward him. admittedly, the flash of his name across her phone could've been two things; a butt-dial or someone alerting her of the fact he'd done something stupid enough that you'd see it in jackass ( like the time he'd gotten himself stuck in a pair of overly starched jeans during christmas. )
but it was more than what she assumed, the sound of hospital ekg's repetitive beep the first thing amongst the sound of another woman's voice, older, on the other end of the line. it didn't take her more than a few seconds to shove her laptop off her lap and beeline down from her apartment, like he was just as important as that chem test, if not more. " i don't know how you can make any jokes right now, " palms wipe away tear-streaked cheeks, eyes red and puffy as she glances over at him once she's somewhat composed herself. " i've been worried sick about you. "
he felt loopy , heavy with the medication dripping steadily and feeding into his veins from the bag beside the bed , thoughts swimming slow and sluggish beneath the haze . but somehow , as he properly took her in for the first time since she stepped into the hospital room , the sight tore straight through the haze ; her puffy cheeks . eyes swollen raw and red from crying . the bunny slippers he always used to tease her about still shoved onto her feet like she hadn't even stopped to think before leaving . he realized she must've been in a rush to get there , to get to him , and the realization sat heavy in his chest , something tight that had nothing to do with the accident twisting painfully .
“ hey , i didn't mean to .. — , ” he trailed off , voice laced with guilt , but not knowing how to finish the sentence . “ but i've looked a lot worse , yeah ? remember that time i full on body slammed into that car ? ” his voice came out rough , slightly slurred speech , slowed by the medication dragging at every word . the memory surfaced clearer than it should've through the drugs ⎯⎯⎯ metal slamming against bone . his name shouted through the air . the two arguing all the way to the ER over if whose fault it was . “ — thought you were gonna murder me yourself before we even got to the hospital . ” he let out a a weak chuckle that tugged painfully at his ribs . he tried to make light of the situation the way he always did , but the sight of her standing there in those ridiculously fluffy things and that sad look on her face , it made something ache deeper than any injury could . “ i'm okay , though . really . ” he forced a small smile , which immediately turned into a wince . “ you know it always looks worse than it really is . ”
᭄᭡ how does she do that ⸻ make butterflies appear out of thin air so late in the day ? surely by now, they'd done their day's work of pollinating, making every flower in the field prettier than the day before. can't help but think if she were mother nature in disguise, admiring smile that looks like it's sweeter than any damn pie he's ever eaten. lips twitch into the faintest of smiles, muted chuckle hidden behind a wipe of his forehead with his forearm, an adjustment of hat's bill that covers his eyes. " s'you are from the city ... everyone's always sayin' the fellas in the big city aren't the kindest. shame, since they're big wigs 'n all that ... " he's murmuring, trying to imagine exactly what else they do besides walk with giant briefcases and slicked hair, hands sliding into the emptiness of his front pockets.
" mackenzie, " hand reaches out of his pocket tentatively, peeping at the way dirt deeply lines his fingertips and palms, a silent action of chivalry put through the means of wiping what he can without hot and soapy water on his shirt. a wrinkle of his brows shows he's still unhappy with the muddled appearance of his hands, not a speck cleaner after wiping them against dirtied white shirt, but it'd be rude not to accept her kind greeting. " o-or, uh ... my friends call me mack. mack's good. " finally takes soft palm into his own, a smile wrinkling into his cheek. " pleasure to meet you, isla ... the ranch's a little way down the trail, but, uh ... i've got a horse. " lets go of her hand before he's unintentionally cradling it, knows how odd it might look for someone you just met to be doing something so intimate off the bat.
a clearing of his throat is followed by two of his fingers raising to his lips, a high-pitched whistle ringing through the empty air, a shoutless call to equine that comes running down the trail a little further down before she comes to a slowed gallop, a softened snort as she pushes up to the rancher's side. " this ... is daisy duke ⸻ we just call 'er daisy, for short, " his palm reaching up to stroke over the mare's snout, pushing into his palm and earning hushed chuckle out of him. mack's gaze turns to look back to isla, expression returning back to one of curiousity. " horses ... you aren't scared of 'em, are you ? i promise, she's real gentle. never bucked anyone off her back or anythin'. "
maybe it was the politeness of it ⎯⎯⎯ the kind that felt a little old fashioned , a little slower than what she was used to . back home introductions were usually of a quicker nature , more shallow , niceties swallowed by the noise of bars or crowded sidewalks , but it's a pleasure felt different somehow , like he actually might mean it . and then there was the way he repeated her name ; the syllables a little more deliberate , like he actually intended to remember them . his hand closed around her smaller one , and it was warm — warmer than she expected — and his palm , a little roughened with texture , like sunlight and traces of the day had worked its way into the lines of his skin . “ nice to meet you too , mack , ” she echoed , testing the shape of his name against her tongue . the moment stretched , longer than a handshake usually would have , but for some reason she didn't pull away until he slipped his hand gently from hers .
the whistle cut through the air , sharp and effortless . “ wait , what — ” she trailed off , turning toward the sound , curiosity flickering briefly across her face before the horse came into view . it emerged like something out of an oil painting ; all warm brown muscle and slow grace . bigger than she expected . much bigger . her stomach dipped the way it did when an elevator started descending too fast , and she instinctively took a step back as the horse stopped in front of them , putting a few extra inches of polite distance between herself and the animal that had just been summoned by a whistle , much like a scene taken straight out of a movie .
“ you do have a horse , ” she stated matter - of - factly , almost to herself , as if grounding herself in the fact . she stood there ; hands clasped together loosely in front of her , rocking a little on her heels . she watched mack move closer , leaning into her as casually as if daisy was nothing more intimidating than an oversized dog . she considered his question for a moment as she watched the interaction play out . “ i don't know about scared , just — ” her eyes tracked along the curve of daisy's neck , the sunlight gleaming against it , “ — respectfully aware of the fact that they're big enough to stomp me to death , you know ? ” she watched them carefully at first , a little wary , but then daisy lifted her head , ears flicking forward and dark eyes soft and curious in her direction , and just like that , something in isla eased along with it . hesitation melted into something lighter , and her shoulders relaxed a little , curiosity winning over instinct as she stepped forward .
at mack's side , her hand hovered hesitantly in the air for a moment before she dared to finally reach for her , fingertips soon smoothing cautiously along the curve of daisy's neck . “ hey , pretty girl , ” she murmured , almost absentmindedly , a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth . daisy huffed softly in response and shifted closer beneath her touch , the unexpected weight of the movement making isla stumble half a step back before she caught herself with a quiet laugh . “ woah . ” the sound came out half breathless surprise , half nervous amusement , but her fingers stayed comfortably tangled in the warmth of daisy's coat , growing steadier by the second . feeling more at ease , she glanced back over her shoulder at mack , sunlight catching her smile . “ she's beautiful . ”
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the door barely clicked shut behind them before she'd turned , realizing just then how close they were , shoulders bumping into the door as she instinctively took a step back . she could feel the heat coming off him , the dizzying smell of cologne ; it hit her all at once ⎯⎯⎯ annoyingly familiar , equally distracting . for a split second she just stared at him , like if she let his own words fill the silence he'd properly hear himself . “ oh my god , ” she breathed , the words leaving her in a burst of disbelief , “ you're just unbelievable , aren't you ? ” she let out a humorless chuckle . “ you're really gonna drag me in here — , ” she gestured vaguely toward the door behind her , toward the party and everyone attending , including her , “ — and demand to know if i'm dating him ? ” her arms crossed defiantly , nails pressing into her sleeves , hard , as she studied his features for , what , jealousy ? nerve ? audacity ? “ do i need to remind you that your wife is right on the other side of that wall ? ”

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continued , for @clearsnight !
the fabric of the shirt went slack in her grip , the moment collapsing in on itself ⎯⎯⎯ no tug of war , no argument to brace against , instead a complete lack of resistance that momentarily threw her off balance . she hadn't expected her to give in that easily , and the lack of fight took some of the air out of her own . it should've felt like a win . it didn't . instead she just felt .. small , like a scorned child failing at trying to pick a fight . like she wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to take back in the first place . “ thanks , ” she mumbled still at her quick surrender , the words tasting bitter on her tongue . her gaze dropped , fixing on the shirt instead of ryleigh , where she could still pretend that this was about something as tangible as a freakin' sleep shirt . the zipper's sharp finality sat wrong in her chest , panic spiking at the thought of the door closing behind ryleigh one last time . it was there at the very tip of her tongue ⎯⎯⎯ don't go . can we at least talk ? do you think we're making a huge mistake here ? but the syllables refused to push past her brims . instead her eyes rolled at her comment , putting up an annoyed front . “ where will you even be staying ? in case there's like .. mail and shit . ”
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there was a steady beep .. beep .. beep somewhere to his right , his head throbbing in time with it . he tried to piece his last seconds of consciousness together ⎯⎯⎯ a curb , maybe ? a rock ? the only thing that remained was the vague memory of the pavement rushing up way too fast , his board disappearing under him and then .. nothing . it was like trying to grasp onto a dream already slipping through your fingers like sand . amid the haze he registered approaching voices and rapid footsteps down the hall , followed by curtains rustling which forced his head up , and he blinked once , then twice , trying to make the image in front of him make any more sense . “ alright , ” he faintly nodded to himself , voice hoarse , “ so either i hit my head way harder than they said — , ” he gestured vaguely toward them , “ — or the drugs here are fantastic . ”
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“ come on .. how is this not just one of my many brilliant ideas ? think about it — no strings , no commitment , no worrying about meeting parents or remembering anniversaries .. not to mention all the drama that usually comes with relationships . ” her shoulders lifted in a casual shrug , as if the proposal was just as innocent as described . “ and , the best part — you'll have the privilege of sleeping with me . ”
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“ i'm just curious .. did it actually work ? did sleeping around with half the girls in this city finally make you forget about me ? ”
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“ no way you don't see the way he treats you . when did you start believing you don't deserve more than that ? ”

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august emerged from between the rows of bookshelves with a quiet sort of reluctance in her step , like she was dreading what came next . she walked up to the counter , resting her forearms against the wooden surface of it as she spoke . “ okay , so — ” she shifted her weight , eyes darting briefly to the side as if mentally retracing her steps , “ — i finished cataloging the new arrivals , sorted the returns cart , and i checked in the shipment from earlier . ” she turned back to him with a slight tilt of her head , thinking . “ oh — and i updated the inventory log . ” her hands folded together , then unfolded again , unsure what to do with them . “ i think that's everything , but if you need any help with closing up i could stay a bit longer . it's not like i have anything else going on tonight . ” she immediately winced . “ that sounded way more pathetic than i intended . ” a soft , strained chuckle escaped her . “ i just mean — , ” her shoulders lifted in a small , hopeful shrug , eyes bright despite the awkwardness , “ — i don't mind staying , that's all . ”
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“ what the hell even was that ? he's been nothing but nice to you , even trying to get to know you a little , and you've been continuously rude to him this entire evening . ”
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“ you know , i've been thinking about us recently . a lot , actually . how it ended .. why it ended . did you ever stop and wonder if it was the right decision ? ”
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"i told you i'm fine. i appreciate the concern but...ouch...that hurt."
she exhaled an exasperated sigh at the usual stubbornness , but kept carefully tending to the wound with practiced movements . “ — and like every other time you've been in here , my professional opinion is that you're not . now , if you would just stop moving for a second , this wouldn't actually sting that bad . ”
had known this stagnant version of her life for as long as she could form an emotion, father being the thorn that keeps prickling deeper and deeper in her backside. male standing across from her was the more recent idea he'd decided to throw her direction, along with his refusal to listen to her many, many dismissals about the watch dog. " trust me — i'm protected. i'm overwhelmingly, and obsessively protected. " lets out frustrated laugh, hands reaching up to run through brown locks as gaze searches around, blaring music behind her as the party continues while she was forced to make her unplanned exit. " you can try all you want, i'm a grown damn adult. i can make my own choices. " forces gaze back to him, arms crossed over her chest. " i don't listen to him, and i sure as hell am not gonna listen to you. "
it was unfamiliar grounds for him ⎯⎯⎯ this back and forth , the negotiating . his job had always been simple in principle ; assess , protect , extract . most clients understood the rules . they didn't argue at the curb with music thumping behind them , the sound of drunken conversations spilling out onto the street . but she did . and it was starting to get under his skin . he could feel it in the tightness of his jaw , in the way his fingers flexed once at his sides before forcing themselves still again . years of discipline kept him upright , composed , but the cracks were starting to show now . cracks only she managed to form . he felt his patience wearing thin , his usual cool nature wobbling under her stubbornness . “ then how about you start acting like one ? ” the words slipped out sharper than intended , cutting clean through the space between them . for a split second , even the distant bass of the party seemed to dull . regret hit immediately , settling heavy in his chest . his gaze dropped briefly , just enough to break the hard edge in his expression , giving him time to rebuild his composure before looking back up . “ listen .. , ” he paused , choosing his words more carefully this time , even if they didn't sit right , “ i don't know what sort of issues you've got going on with your dad — , ” the lie tasted bitter on his tongue . he knew enough . more than enough to claim cluelessness . “ — but he clearly cares about you . otherwise , i wouldn't be here . so can we just call it a night and then you can go back to hating me tomorrow ? ”

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he shouldn’t feel this bold with morning still wet around the edges, but the words tumble out anyway. " is one day without their star player, really going to kill them? because i like being selfish ... getting to keep you all to myself for a day." grin tilts wicked before he can stop it. damn impulse control always two paces behind desire. erious relationships have always lived on the other side of the glass for nico — something he admired in shop windows but never felt steady enough to purchase. too easy to break, too expensive to replace. nights burned quick, names blurred, exits stayed clean. "besides, technically we can still get a lot of cardio in." with a chuckle he moves onto his back, pulling her ontop of him. he eases onto his back, fingers splay across her waist, thumbs hooking the warm groove just inside her hipbones, and with a gentle tug he guides her over him until her knees bracket his ribs. gaze flicks to her mouth, then back to her eyes—asking, without asking, whether she’ll let him keep this fragile, impossible day. "what if i said i wanted to this tomorrow ... and the day after that, and after that ..."
her breath caught just slightly as her weight shifted , settling onto him with her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him , strands of blonde slipping forward and falling loose along her shoulders as she adjusted . her hips shifted , subtle but not unnoticeable , easing into the hold he had on her . “ tempting — , ” she hummed , low and thoughtful , though the slight tilt of her mouth gave her away , “ — but i don't think that counts . ” he spoke again and something shifted . her pulse picked up , a betrayal under her skin , but she recovered quickly . or tried to . “ well , now you're just being greedy , ” she exhaled a soft chuckle , like she was nudging them back into a safe space ⎯⎯⎯ one where words didn't stick , where mornings didn't mean anything other than their exit . but it didn't quite land the same . not this time . not with the way he was looking at her ; the way his hair was still a little undone from sleep , soft , the lazy edge to his smile . she swallowed hard , her eyes averting down to where her palms had settled against his chest , feeling the steady rise of him beneath her , the warmth seeping into her hands . it was easier not to look at him as she spoke again . her words came out a little hesitant , but still soft , dipped in something warmer . “ what if i said i wanted that too ? ”
continued , for @clearsnight !
his gaze didn't follow in the direction of where she pointed . instead his eyes stayed on her , his attention unwavering despite the busy hum of people buzzing around them . his head tilted with just the slightest movement , eyes narrowing just enough to study her properly , attention tracking every flicker of emotion ghosting over her features ; the way irritation had seeped into her shoulders , how she tried to physically rub the annoyance from her mind . “ not a good idea ? ” he echoed , poking at the source of her frustrations as a brow arched curiously . something ugly and satisfied curled warm in his chest . “ i mean , sure , i'll admit she's a little on the wild side , but it's nothing i can't handle , ” he shrugged , feigning cluelessness to her motives . “ look , i appreciate your concern or whatever this is , but it isn't really any of your business , is it ? i mean , you said it yourself ; i'm free to do whatever i want , so — , ” he tried suffocating the uncomfortable emotion threatening to surface at the thought of her truly being that cold , that unaffected , about his encounters , “ — who i'm doing it with isn't anything for you to worry about . ”