#actually write

okaaaaaayyyyyy for you, a snippet from ch 2 of swear for grin:

He grins wide at that and she hates him, hates that it’s taking all of her self-control not to beg, hates that she could stop this, could refuse to play, could shove him out of the bathroom, and end the game by taking matters into her own hands, so to speak.

for darlin’, here’s a bit from ch 11 of song:

“‘S right, darlin’.” Rio seems almost relieved which doesn’t make any sense and Beth puts it down to whatever’s wrong with her.

and for press, another bit from ch 2 of swear:

Then the taste of him, rich and smooth on her tongue, as she’s kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and he’s kissing her back, a nearly frantic urgency in the press of his lips and the way his breath gusts shakily against hers as they move together, scaling a peak, the edge looming closer and closer and then she’s—