When You Hear The Howl

                                                x Ebony Belle Denis

                                                x Ebony Belle Denis

                                                x Ebony Belle Denis

                                                x Ebony Belle Denis

                                                x Ebony Belle Denis

// Like for a starter this evening xx

// Like for a starter this evening xx

a damaged soul does not equal a weak one // k.s.

          ‘ such a mystery, really. when am i gonna see you be a cute lil’ devil in that skirt, huh?

“A devil? Me? Now never... I mean, unless you want to stop by my place tonight... Parents are out of town for the weekend.. I make killer sleep over root beer floats, and I’m not trying to brag but I’m a pretty swell snuggle buddy.”

           jay like hues fixated on ebony’s gentle features as he took in the tense shoulders hiding beneath the soft fabric of her blouse. dean could read bodies easily, and ebony’s was telling him that she was tired. nimble fingers reached to stack the nearby papers, soon tapping them on the desk to straighten them.    ‘ i think you keep forgetting that you’re not just th’ little angel on my shoulder. i can handle some papers, eb. i’m serious. why don’t you go on home. run a hot bath         …      relax.

Though Ebony’s brown eyes would raise to his features then moved to raised a hand a brush her hair from her face in a way of covering up the way she rubbed her temple. She would have figured by now she would have grown more used to limited sleep and work days, but attempting to lessen her coffee intake seemed to be a mistake. “I don’t think I would know how to relax with thoughts of paperwork left half done, even if I tried.”