serial heartbreaker

"You're right, you're right. I'll be a gentleman and behave myself," Finley teases though they were having way too much fun seeing what they would get away with. It was easy to flirt with Chloe, far more than they thought it would when the night first started. "Hmm? No I'm feeling alright," they chuckle, sheepishly pulling away from their head leaning against her shoulder. "Damn now I wish I tried that move on our walk out," Fin jokes. "I'm not gonna go chewing on your hair, blondie. I may have a big head, but I'm not a horse."

"that's right. i'd hate for you to end up in the hospital on such a beautiful night," she remarked with a playful smirk. chloe was more bark than she was bite, even if she knew how to fight. a good threat was her specialty. chloe's cheeks burned red, caused more by finley than the alcohol, though it was a convenient excuse. she was used to being flirted with, but not often by someone so forbidden to her. "a day late and a dollar short, hon. i might've let you get away with it in your current state. you've missed out," she replied back. "you aren't as cool as horses, fin. don't put yourself in their category."

Wolff smiled softly down at Scarlett the moment she admitted she was still in love with him, the tension between them easing slightly as honesty filled the space between their words. After a brief pause, he exhaled and met her gaze fully. “I’m still in love with you,” he admitted in return, his voice steady but layered with emotion. He didn’t rush past what needed to be said, instead choosing to acknowledge the problems that had driven them apart before. “But we do need to communicate better. I feel like we didn’t talk enough when we were upset or angry with each other and just let it simmer,” he explained thoughtfully. “I feel like we could talk things out now though. Dedicate down time where we can get things off our chest without the other one shouting about it.” His fingers gently brushed along her cheek as he spoke, grounding the moment in quiet affection. “Because god, I’ve missed you,” he added, his expression softening with sincerity and regret.

scarlett hung on to every word that wolff spoke, a full sensation of warmth and ease filling her entire being. she had wanted desperately to hear him say those words and to know that it wasn't completely over for them. she'd never be over him, her heart never straying from the chance of their reconciliation. "we can do that. i know we can," she responded softly, eyes doe-like as she gazed up at him. "losing you really made me realize how incredibly stubborn i was. i was never the perfect girlfriend and i can't promise i ever will be, but i'll make you happy. i'll make you know you're loved every single day." scarlett hoped that would be enough, that he would look past her flaws. "i've missed you, too.' her voice was soft, the sweetest of smiles painted on her soft features. "would it be rushing if i told you i really want you to kiss me right now?"

rae had chosen comfort over anything else, slipping into an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts as she had no intention of leaving her apartment again this evening. "god, this feels so much better. i swear, the beer had seeped into my skin. it was disgusting." grabbing the tv remote, the redhead passed it to miles as she made her way toward the kitchen. "why don’t you pick something for us to watch and i’ll grab us some snacks?"

miles's eyes traveled to her as she appeared in her comfortable attire, causing a soft smile to form. there were very little things in the world that he found as attractive as a beautiful woman in her 'lazy' clothes. "i bet it does. it looks cute, too," he responded casually, taking the remote as it was offered. "you got it, rae. i'll try not to disappoint." the man leaned back against the couch and began to surf through the streaming platform. after a bit of scrolling, he settled on a new horror movie that he hadn't seen just yet. "you don't mind something a little scary, right?" he called out.

"unfortunately, i don’t think these bandages can mend a broken heart, but i’ve managed to survive." the redhead teased while she slowly packed up the first aid kit, trying to prolong their time together as she wanted to stay with him as long as she could. "nolan, i…" the redhead knew she had to say no, had to leave before the old feelings resurfaced. yet the moment she met his gaze, rae gave in. "i can’t stay too long." though in her heart she knew if he asked, she would stay forever.

"yeah, i can understand that," he stated simply. nolan knew exactly how she felt, though he didn't show his emotions in the same way she did. he kept himself busy and acted recklessly, but he always woke up alone the next day. his expression dropped as she mentioned leaving, and it was incredibly difficult not to beg her to stay. "i really wish you'd stay. we could talk about things. i guess i have a lot to say about everything. i don't want to hurt you, though. i can give you a ride home?"

While Max had a tendency not to think before she speaks sometimes it worked in their favor. On occasion she would say something sweet without clocking just how soft it made them look. Not that they particularly cared, these days their priority was keeping Peyton happy. "I can't believe I've only been a parent for like a day and I'm already getting cock blocked," Max laughs. "Good. I like that I'm keeping you both happy and satisfied," she says with a wiggle of his brows.

"welcome to the life of being a parent. furry or not, children are the worst -" she started, looking down at the kitten and then grinning widely. "also, super fucking cute. you think we will have more kids one day? furry or otherwise? i don't know if i have an opinion yet, but i'm curious if you do." it was a bit of an intense question, but peyton could never stop herself from asking whatever was on her mind.

TJ’s brows furrow because she knew the feeling all too well.  She hated that as much as they loved each other there would always be that other side of the coin: the explosiveness that was their downfall time and time again.  Hell even this conversation had started out that way.  They were both guilty of it in their own way: Bianca lashing out or TJ running away or saying hurtful things she doesn't mean.  She wanted so badly to believe it was something they could push through, or something they could change.  TJ loved Bianca too much to allow each other to be their downfalls.  “I can’t even stomach being with anybody else,” she says.  “Like it just doesn’t make sense to me.  As destructive as we are, you’re the only one who has ever made sense to me.”  

bianca didn't know how she could defend her prior actions, knowing well that she was toxic and downright villainous when she felt even the least bit slighted. she had been a mean girl for much of her life, never shying away from a fight and always coming out on top. with tj, they stood on the same ground and it scared the hell out of bianca. being with tj was the first time she felt truly loved, even if it came with less than ideal toxicity. "does that mean... that you didn't.. those other girls..." she started, a jealous feeling moving over her before she quickly shook her head, "don't answer that." a short laugh escaped her lips, followed by a softer smile. "i think we both need therapy or some shit, but i'd end up trying to fight the therapist. we could try again, but please, if i ever make you unhappy, you shouldn't be with me."

Graham can’t help but smirk as she continues to tease him.  “Is that right?  I might just surprise you.”  Josslyn was like nobody he’s ever met before.  Equal parts alluring and silly, she was like a breath of fresh air exhaled right into his lungs.  The smirk on his face softens into a genuine smile as she continues to speak.  “Which parts are you hoping I’ll fall in love with, huh?”  The fact Graham wasn’t sure he’s ever been in love before was something he’d keep close to his chest for now.  He was no stranger to the occasional hook up, but relationships?  Love?  he wasn’t even sure where to begin.  Then she’s kissing him back and grinding against him in a way that had his heart beating like a sledgehammer trying to break free from the walls of his chest.  His hands grip her hips, pulling her down against him trying to get as much friction as he could get.  Her tongue dancing against his was enough to have his cock stirring in his jeans.