#atyped

    𝖍𝖊  𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙  𝖇𝖚𝖙  𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖐  𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞  𝖆𝖘  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉  𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉  𝖙𝖔  𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘  𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘,   blowing  a  kiss  in  her  direction  and  he  already  knows  he's  set  off  before  he's  moving  from  where  he's  sat  to  go  and  slide  in  beside  her,   "   good  mornin'  princess,  you're  lookin'  especially  radiant  today,    "   flirting  was  the    𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙   way  to  push  her  buttons  because  she  always  reacted  so  fiery  to  him.   was  it  completely  fair?   no.   he  knew  how  to  take  no  for  an  answer,  but  she  never  actually  said  no.   she  would  just  call  him  names  and  roll  her  eyes,  but  never  did  she  actually  tell  him  no,   "   did  you  sleep  well?   i  had  the  most  amazin'  dream  about  you,    "

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THERE IS A SMUDGE ON HIS PHONE SCREEN which has him concerned.  the blemish is strategically placed over his cheek in the selfie he had just taken, which leaves justin mulling his reflection in the mirror in worry.  he runs his hand up his face, searching for an imperfection that isn’t there, then to the small screen in his hand that shows him something else entirely.  “hey -- courtney -- ??” there is mild concern in his voice, but he needs her as soon as he hears the door open.  “can you LOOK AT ME for a sec ??”

@atyped​

IT’S EASY TO REMINISCE. it always has been for him as they sit comfortably intertwined, hands fiddling with hers. time passes and they’re not saying MUCH — they don’t have to. it was nice to enjoy her company without feeling too pressured to keep CONSTANT conversation. yet , he feels the urge to break it as a memory FLOODS through him. “ I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo. “ he goes back to that one party he’d been strung along to , where they ended up as the subject of someone’s idea of truth or dare , STUCK in the closet but it ended up being one of the best nights of his life. “ the dim of the lights... and “ he pauses very briefly. “ the scent of your hair. “ ( he only hopes the last part doesn’t sound too creepy as if he makes a habit of smelling someone’s hair , but she’d been so close he couldn’t help but take notice. )

    ARMS  WRAP  AROUND  HER  WAIST,     smiling  as  he  looked  out  over  the  balcony  of  their  hotel  where  he  had  found  her  standing  in  the morning  sunlight,  pressing  a  gentle  kiss  to  her  cheek,     “      good  morning,  princess,     ”      he  said  softly,  leaning  his  head  against  hers  and  he  sighed  softly,  feeling  happy  and  content.      they  were  in  paradise,  just  the  two  of  them  for  a  few  weeks,  enjoying  his  winnings  and  enjoying  some  well  deserved  time  together,     “      how  did  you  sleep?     ”

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