I Miss Our Little Talks

So I’m over here now because this blog was just making me lose muse extremely fast, and I couldnt handle all the muses I had.

            ❝You definitely overstepped. There’s not a single hotel for a few miles —- though there are motels? I’m stayin’ in one,❞ totally not a subliminal hint at him offering to let her stay with him. He smiled charmingly once again; his tawny eyes twinkling in the sunlight as he shook his head. ❝No, no. You don’t have to get out of my hair.❞

               "Really? Well then I feel a little silly. You are? --Do you mind showing me where and I'll get a room or something?" She questioned, returning his smile with her own. Clarissa bit down on her lip and nodded quickly. "Are you sure, I don't want to be a bother.."

          “I-I’m fine. I’m fine.” He said as he cleared his throat, feeling her shift around in his lap was no help to his situation. As the words left her lips, the male breathed out slowly, “Fuck……” He whispered as he leaned forward, kissing along her exposed collarbone, hands sliding along her lower back.

             "But you're stuttering." She whispered, carding her fingers through his hair. As she felt his lips on her collarbone, the girl tilted her head to the side slightly; letting out a hum of approval. "I love you," She murmured, as she continued to let her fingers play with his curls.

        “I…..uh….shit, Lia.” Nash said in a husky tone of voice as his hands slid up her thighs and along her smooth waist, like his hands were memorizing every inch of her perfect body.

              "Are you okay, baby boo?" She questioned, moving a tad bit in his lap to get closer to him. "We could always have sex."