#{interactions:xylia}

“Xylia,” Luke groaned, opening the freezer and literally sticking his head in as if the cold might clear his thoughts. “I don’t want to have this conversation right now.” Or ever, but especially right now. “I told you that I can’t talk to my family. It’s better for them that way. I was just...social media creeping, a little. To make sure they’re okay!” Slowly, he removed his face, and a box of mini pizzas, from the freezer. “I don’t need help. I’m not trying to be some tough guy.”

“Hey! No way do you get to come home after not calling or texting for days and then steal my grilled cheese right off my plate.” Luke grabbed up the remote and paused the old Dracula movie, not wanting Xylia to miss a minute of it. “That goes against the movie night code of conduct for sure.” // @awild-soul​

“I’ve never gone without a midnight kiss on New Year’s Eve.” Eli tilted his head, his lips twitching slightly, as if his words were more of a challenge, or invitation, than a simple fact. Maybe they were. The pub was loud, and despite the fact that he’d been hanging around with Xylia at one of the high top tables for some time now, he made no effort to hide the calculated sideways glances at other women. “I wonder who I’ll kiss this year.” // @awild-soul​