❝ — save some for me. ❞

         ❛    FIRST of all, yes i do.    ❜                                   she watches him, admiration embedded                                   into cerulean irises as petite frame                                   settles against him.           ❛    you're only hot when i'm the accessory.    ❜

     ❛    ew---- you're being cute.    ❜                                     she definitely temporarily grins into the                                      fabric of his shirt before lifting her head                                     to kiss at the contour of his jaw-- mostly                                      because it's all she can reach.       ❛    don't do that.    ❜

        ❛    hey---- !!!     ❜                             she groans-- nose scrunching only enough to                             signify her complete disdain.         ❛    that's not fair.    ❜

       ❛    stop whining---- it's nothing.    ❜

         ❝ OOF---- ❞                    she dare not deny him the                    contact, electing to bury                     flushes cheeks into the                    vehement skin of his neck.           ❝ i missed you, too. ❞

          ❝ just a disclaimer---- i will not               be held liable for an hospital bills                after you kick my ass. ❞

        { the romance would be more appealing if           a walk to remember had been her movie preference--           but alan rickman looks good in a suit, so pardon           her haphazard step away from him and the door           once she opens it. }

         { cue a disgruntled huff while            nimble fingers extend to offer             really expensive cologne that destroyed her checkbook            & roses, because masculinity is for punks. }                                   -- loooooove you.

                  -- Brandon.