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she  was  frozen  in  place  as  he  leaned  in  closer,  his  breath  was  warm  on  her  skin  causing  her  to  be  momentarily  breathless.  her  hand  slowly  fell  from  his  features  to  his  shirt,  where  she  toyed  with  a  button.  “  i  could  forget,  “  she  murmured  softly  as  she  undid  the  button,  moving  onto  the  next,  “  i  could  forget  a  lot  of  things  .  .  .  his  name,  our  last  fight  .  .  .  “  alexandria  tilted  her  head,  closer  to  his,  “  you  could  make  me  forget,  couldn’t  you?  “

but it was as her grasp had fallen from his face, finding the buttons of his shirt almost as if by muscle memory as she carefully undid one after another, that made the man truly lose any bit of sanity that had still been clinging on to by a single lonely thread. so when she tempted him with that dangerous question, her gaze mirroring that of a siren itself, trenton finally broke by crushing his lips to her own. pressing his body firmly against her own, in turn pressing the femme further into the door behind her, he lifted her just enough to let her legs fall around comfortably at his waist. "oh, i can make you forget so much more than that, babe," he panted aggressively between the breaks of each kiss. "just tell me where you want me to start."

Alexandra is good at hiding her nervousness. Or at least, that's what she likes to think. She wants to think the cameras will not zoom in on her while she's biting the corner of her thumb. She's a social butterfly. She wouldn't be on the show if she weren't, but she also doesn't want to make the first move. She doesn't want to go to people, have small - talk with them. And oh boy, she's happy to see someone coming her way, the finger immediately moving away from her lips, and a smile pulls up. "Oh, definitely." She looks around, spotting a few cameras, and then she looks at the people whom she's meant to get to know, and one of them will hopefully be the one. "But I can't wait to see what will happen." Sure, she came to the show in hopes of finding someone, but she also wants to witness how the drama will unfold.

The man was grateful that he ended up to seem somewhat right, or at least he was presuming when his new company didn't automatically push him away. So when the femme admitted that she couldn't wait to see what would happen, a small chuckle escaped the man, knowing he felt the exact same. Yes he was persuaded ultimately into coming on, but he was somewhat interested when his sister mentioned some of the stuff that went down on the island once strangers became less than that. "Yeah?" he bated, letting his drink sit at his lips for a moment before ultimately lowering it once more. "How soon do you think it will be before the first fight breaks out?"

She can't hide the grimace on her facial features when hearing Ginny's words. She can tell she means them in a friendly way. She likes her as a friend, nothing more. And maybe her best friend didn't understand what she meant, which is proven to be correct when she hears her question. Chloe doesn't want to explain herself. She is already mentally hitting herself because of what she said. She doesn't want to open her feelings more. "I like you." But still, the redhead repeats herself. "As in I have feelings for you." She could have gone in more details but decides not to. She will end up shoving those feelings away anyway after this.

Ginny sat there frozen for a second, wondering if she was understanding her best friend correctly. Could her heartbreak really be playing mind games on her in thinking she heard the one closest to her confessing not just any secret but such a big one? Blinking once, then twice, she stared for a moment at the redhead to see when she'd give her a good jab in the arm — let her know that she really got her good with that one. But the longer she waited, the more it dawned on her that it perhaps wasn't coming. There was a whirlwind of emotions already flooding through her, and she worried it would cloud her judgement of what Chloe had just admitted. "For how long?" was all that the blonde was able to get out.

HVNLY, 2026 (feat. JIHYO of TWICE) — by Jenevieve

Brec Bassinger

It will happen again.

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practically stalks closer to the other, expression unreadable. "then i'm about to get a whole lot sexier— how hot do you get for me when i punch you in the face?"

lips curved in an intrigued grin, doyoon couldn't help but suck an inhale through his teeth at the femme's haunting statement — or at least what she was evidently trying to be. "that all depends," he cooed softly, leaning in closer to the femme as if to give her easier access. "would you classify that as a threat or as a reward?"

“hi,  welcome  in,”  she  greeted  casually,  pretending  not  to  notice  that  he’d  started  becoming  a  regular.  “what  can  i  get  for  you?”

"hmm, i'm not sure just yet..." the artist sounded audibly, scrunching his nose slightly as he tried to pretend to look at all of the options on the board before letting his eyes lock back with her own. "but i'm thinking something sweet. you got any recommendations?"

◟ ✶ “wait, no! don’t say that,” mused kennedy whose too excited by the woman’s review. doe eyes illuminate and pupils dilate as she watches her chew. “actually say it again. i did work hard, after all. they’re not crumbly, right?”

though she couldn't explain the logistics as to why, the reaction that her girlfriend gave to her honest judgement almost seemed to make the cookie taste even better. wiping away some crumbs that had accumulated at the corners of her lips after she took another bite, the femme shook her head as if to echo her disbelief at how good they were. "not crumbly in the slightest, these are incredible babe." after polishing one off, seol licked her fingertips to try and get all of the remainder she could. "did you try a whole new recipe or something?"

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“it looks a little swollen…” he murmured. “does it hurt when i press here?” he applied gentle pressure to the side of her ankle, his touch cautious and light.

the woman winced slightly as the other gently took off her skate, nervous of just how bad it was considering she hadn't taken a look yet herself. but when he gave just a little bit of pressure, the sharp inhale was one she tried yet failed to cover. "hm-mm," she lied with the shake of her head through a pursed grin. "i can probably just throw some ice on it and it'll be fine!"