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Ivy's smile remained firmly in place as she shook John's hand politely, playing the part perfect of the friendly, former classmate and nothing more. "Nice to meet you, John." Ivy said easily, though she couldn't ignore the strange relief that settled in her chest as he excused himself, causing a bit of guilt to gnaw at the bottom of her stomach momentarily. Once he was out of earshot, her shoulders became less tense and she relaxed a bit more. "A couple of weeks ago," she answered, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Long enough for my mom to complain I'm already working too much and for half the town to find out." A soft laugh escaped her slightly. "I figured I'd run into you eventually. I just didn't think it would take this long," she admitted. There was a warmth in her voice that hadn't been there before. "You look good, Vi."

Her gaze followed John, leaving the two of them, before going back to Ivy. She knew her so well that it didn't escape her how the other visibly relaxed once the boyfriend was out of their personal space. Listening to her answer her question, Viola nodded and bit the corner of her bottom lip. "Always such a workaholic. It won't kill you to relax a little."Viola mused with a kind smile. "Yeah, I've heard you were back, I was just so busy with work and clients, I thought we might bump into each other. Like at the supermarket or something, you know?"she shrugged. "Thank you, Ivy - so do you. Paris obviously did you good, you look different. Good kind of different."she said.

Ash sucks his teeth as he contemplates how easy it was for Micah to read him down. Instead of folding he just rolls his eyes. "In your dreams." Obviously he's been fucked up since they hooked up but he isn't going to openly admit that. Ash isn't exactly the prude of their friend group. Most nights out he kisses their friends cheeks goodbye before heading home with his fling of the night. When it had been Micah it had meant something else entirely even if he was a little drunk. "I was just trying to figure out what was wrong with you!" Ash explains as if that makes perfect sense. It does make perfect sense to Ash he has all of his friends birth charts in his phone. He glances at Micha's full hands before it lifts back towards his face, "oh my god just go ahead. You're driving me crazy."

"Yeah, whatever."Micah chuckled and shook his head as the other rolled his eyes. The tension was very much present and he felt it more as they were now in the hotel room. Perhaps he could have switched with someone else from their friends group but that might raise some questions. And maybe Micah just wanted to be alone with him, see how things are gonna go from there. "I'm perfectly alright, thank you very much, don't need any damn horoscope to say that."he shrugged. "Good or bad kind of crazy?"he asked with a slightly teasing undertone. Taking off his shirt and exposing his defined abs, he threw shirt onto the floor and grabbed a clean towel from the bed. "And stop looking at my perfect body, you creep."he continued to tease before moving to the bathroom. "I might take a while, so..."he pursed his lips and shrugged, leaving the door slightly open as he got inside and turned the water on before starting to get naked.

“Just like that, keep going. Don’t be shy.” Hands moved away from her briefly, but only so that he might pull away the suit jacket that had remained upon his body, tossing it aside and soon each button of his shirt came away until he was also able to throw the white garment over his shoulder. Leaving him in only his slacks. Upper body fully exposed to her, revealing the handful of cuts and scars from his life outside these walls. All healed, all long since showing signs of fading from time.

Looking up at him with her deep, lustfilled blued eyes, encouraging her not to be shy, Viola pushed herself further down his cock, taking more of him. He was a challenge to take whole, and she wasn't sure if she was up for the task but Viola wasn't a quitter. As his tip hit the back of her throat, she continued with the same movement, making herself gag as her eyes went back up to look at his now exposed torso, and damn was he hot. The sight made her rub her thighs for a brief moment. Her eyes started getting more glossy as she gagged on his cock, tears pooling in them but moans and slight choking sounds vibrating from her throat. The restraints on her wrists were something she was still getting used to, tugging at them in sheer desire to be able to touch him, it was the sweetest kind of torture.

"Right." Ash laughs at how suddenly the other seems to snap back. It's really showing how cool and collected Micah is. "Whatever you prefer. I'm all good either way. I'm not the one actin' weird as fuck. You were staring the whole flight." He accuses with a pointed finger. They'd all just gotten into their hotel rooms and Ash had sworn he couldn't be making up all this tension in his head. He didn't want to admit it but he had been thinking about it since he woke up in Micah's bed feeling some type of way. They're just friends. "You think so? I been practicing mindfulness and I checked your horoscope today. Said you gunna crash out about me."

"Who are you accusing of staring at you the whole flight? Maybe you were staring so much that you started to twist the reality."he said with a chuckle and a huff. Their gazes did collide a lot during the flight but Micah wasn't so convinced he was the only one throwing his gaze in the others' direction. "You checked my horoscope? That screams a bit obsessed to me, if I'm being honest."Micah shrugged as he unzipped his bag to pull out what he needed to take a shower. "You wanna hit the shower first or...?"

" it's no trouble really. " he explained casually. " you can take your time getting ready and i'll wait out in the car. no rush. "

It took her around five minutes to gather some things in the back rooms before she found her way to the parking lot, spotting his car right away. "I'm sorry about all the glitter."she chuckled as she got into the passenger's seat after throwing her bag on the back seat. "It's hell to take off, but looks pretty under the club lights."she mused, her arms, legs and cleavage sparking with golden glitter.

Isaiah swallowed hard, his chest tightening with every word Enzo spoke. He understood. That was the problem. His eyes dropped for a moment before he reached for Enzo's hands, threading their fingers together and giving them a firm squeeze, as though he needed the contact to keep himself grounded. "I know," he said quietly. "I know you have to think about yourself." His thumb brushed over Enzo's knuckles. "And you should, that's all I as your boyfriend, could want." Isaiah shook his head slightly. "I don't want you suffering either, Enzo. I don't." His voice cracked a little at the edges. "The last thing I ever wanted was for loving me to become something that hurts you." His grip tightened. "You deserve better than being hidden away. You deserve to be loved properly." For a moment he simply looked at him, taking in the familiar face he couldn't imagine losing. The thought alone made his stomach twist. He let out a shaky breath. Isaiah's eyes searched Enzo's. Then, after a long pause, he squeezed his hands again. "Will you come with me?" The question came out quiet but certain. "When I tell them." His throat felt tight. "I don't think I can do it by myself." A small, nervous laugh escaped him. "I'll probably spend the entire time looking at you instead of them, but," He shook his head. "I want you there." His thumb traced nervously over Enzo's knuckles. "I," He swallowed hard. "I know it's asking a lot." Then his eyes dropped briefly before finding Enzo's once more. "Please?"

Enzo shook his head sideways. "Loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me."he mused, and it was true. It did hurt, of course, this whole situation and not knowing what will follow. Enzo wasn't going to force Isaiah into anything he didn't want to do but if there was any hope for them to stay together and truly be together, he was going to fight for it. When Isaiah asked if he'd come with him, Enzo's eyes showed a little confusion as he looked into his lover's eyes. And as he continued, it became clearer what he meant by that - he was asking a lot but Enzo's been where Isaiah is now and he nodded right away. "Of course, I'll be there with you, for you."Enzo mused and placed his hand on the side of Isaiah's face, looking at him with love and adoration. Enzo pulled him in for a tight hug, locking arms securely around him in his hold. "Everything will be alright - I just have the feeling. And I'll be there for you through it all, promise. You got this, baby."he encouraged, and kissed a spot just under his ear.

The iron-clad grip of guilt curled around his heart. Julian knew he'd let things get too far. It wasn't right for him to let it have gone on for this long -- not when he knew Enzo deserved better than being some secret. He'd been selfish, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting Enzo, enjoying his company, imagining a future that Julian himself knew he wasn't prepared or ready for. A soft sigh of defeat pushed slowly through Julian's nostrils, his shoulders sagged a bit. "I'm sorry." Julian admitted in the space between them softly. He wasn't sure what else to say. "I wish I was as brave as you are. Maybe if I wasn't such a fuckin' coward there could be an us beyond the four walls of my place or yours."

"It's not about bravery."Enzo said with a sigh. "It's about knowing what you want."he pointed out, but by the way Julian was speaking, it seemed like there was no space to try and fight for them and their relationship. He got up from the couch and walked over to the large windows as he looked down at the passing people on the street. "So - is that it?"he asked without turning to look at him. "You're making it sound like you're letting me go because you can't face your true self."he mused and then turned around to look at him. "Or you don't love me as much as you told me you do."

An early riser would be generous. Eetu is prone to bouts of insomnia, and has a general distaste for sleep, which he finds is a waste of time despite being necessary. Five in the morning had found him in her kitchen, treating it as his own — and despite missing the familiarity of his stove and pans, it wasn't like she was living in squalor. Her place was nice, otherwise he wouldn't be there. It doesn't occur to him the implications of what he's doing, thinking only of feeding himself, and her by extension of being in her kitchen. Though he hears the shower, the gentle rustle of her footsteps and can't disagree with her comment. "It's like we're playing house. I, the affectionate, thoughtful husband, who all the other wives are jealous of. But you think I'm too nice. And you're probably cheating on me." In another life, he was a theatre kid. Eggs sizzle behind him, Moka pot on the burner. "I know." He bites back the urge to remind her that she doesn't have to remind him. He knows what this is. "How do you take your coffee?"

As he let his imagination run wild Ciri couldn't help herself but chuckle a little, she wasn't the type to get easily amused but perhaps it was the good mood she was in, due to spending a good night with him and not having to deal with work from the early morning. This felt nice, almost too nice, and CIri reminded herself not to get too comfortable in the feeling, as nothing good lasts, at least that's what she thought. "Why am I the bad guy in your little imagination?"she asked with a chuckle. As a bit of silence fell between them, Ciri took in a breath before he asked her about coffee. "No sugar, and some oat milk - I think i've got it in the fridge."she mused as her dark eyes looked him over. "I thought you were gone when I woke up. When did you get up, anyway? I was out in a matter of seconds, you did tire me out last night..."Ciri teased.

BRETT DALTON as Mark Trent Found 2.09 “Missing While Targeted”

Victoria Pedretti as Cherry FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir.: Meredith Alloway