there's always crossfire

        instead of answering verbally, the twin          simply leaned in & pressed his lips to                                her’s.

          her breath caught in her throat at the contact,           but she doesn’t interrupt it. she liked it. more           than she should. she deepened the kiss and           turned off the rational part of her brain.

              “ be a rebel, al. “

          she smirks at the nickname,                eyes scanning his face.

“…Uh, my parents aren’t divorced…?”

          “Don’t listen. None of that           gossip shit is true. At all.”

           “ it’s sex. “

          “not just sex. sex with me.”

       “ sounds like you’re under the impression that he’ll find out. which he won’t. “

          “tristan... he would eventually. he’s smart. you know that. do you really think it’s worth it?”

          “ ——– .. no, i have condoms. “

          “not that. you’re my ex’s brother.”

          “Do any of your shirts have            sleeves anymore, Jackson?            Are you that warm all the time?”