#avoidantry

her graze wide and uncertain , still remained locked on him . her heart steadily quickening as their gaze never broke contact . her pearly whites sunk into her full , lustful bottom lip . for a split second she nearly caved . why should she ? after all , it was his decision to end their relationship . fucking hell , who was she kidding ? a very stubborn side of her still loved him , still wanted him . in the end , that's the side that won her internal fight . riley exhaled softly with a small , quick nod of her head . “ just one night , just tonight . . . ” / @avoidantry

"you call it a truce, i call it you begging for mercy," noelle drawled, a sharp, bratty tilt to her chin as she inched directly into his space, her eyes narrowing as she watched the shameless journey of his gaze down her body. she didn't flinch when he leaned in, letting the high-end, expensive notes of her perfume heavy up the air between them while a frustrated little huff escaped her nose, her fingers tightening around the stem of her glass as she fought a losing battle to keep her glossy lips from melting into a smile. she hated how easily his low murmur was working its way under her skin, infuriated by the sudden, liquid heat pooling in her stomach at his cheap flattery, yet she absolutely refused to let him off the hook without a fight. raising a single brow, she tilted her face up to look down her nose at him, her sharp gaze locking onto his mouth with a demanding, heavy intensity that practically dared him to back up every single word he'd just spun. "a script that smooth means you've had entirely too much practice." then, a sudden, dangerous spark lit up her eyes, her resistance completely fracturing as a unhinged little smirk finally curled the corners of her mouth. she couldn't believe she was actually considering playing along with his chaotic wit, but she leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of his ear, her voice dropping to a teasing, razor-sharp whisper. "you're gonna have to actually beg for it, baby. get on your knees and show me."

to say that it feels weird to be back would be an understatement, the kind that leaves a bitter, metallic taste on the back of your tongue. every single corner of this town feels like a landmine, nothing but a reminder of the life she had left behind. walking through the front door of the local diner,  the bell above chimes with the exact same tinny ring it always had, but everything else inside her freezes. warm hues settle on the familiar figure. broderick. her broderick. except he isn't hers anymore. still, long legs take a tentative step forward, manicured fingers trembling around the strap of her bag as she forces herself to approach the booth. "brody, hi."

"even then it looks clean to you, if you don't use the appropriate products, you'll still leave evidence that can be traced."

palms   shoved   into   the   pouch   of   a   stolen   hoodie   ,   fingers   maneuver   the   plastic   stick   contained   within   as   she   pads   into   the   residence   of   the   racer   .   she'd   fed   him   a   story   to   explain   her   absence   from   his   bed   tonight   ,   inseparable   couple   fairly   used   to   cohabitating   by   now   .   in   reality   she'd   needed   some   time   ,   just   enough   to   determine   whether   or   not   her   gut   feeling   might   come   to   fruition   .   folds   herself   securely   into   his   arms   ,   own   wrapping   tight   about   his   torso   as   she   prepares   prematurely   for   the   worst   possible   outcome   .   spikes   of   fear   piercing   her   heart   ,   savors   each   second   of   what   she   can   only   hope   will   not   be   the   pair's   final   embrace   .   ❝  i   need   to   tell   you   something   ,   ❞   mumbles   into   the   broad   of   his   chest   ,   brow   knit   at   the   center   as   she   pulls   back   to   meet   his   gaze   .   ❝  i   know   it's   like   ,   crazy   late   ,   i'm   sorry   .   .   .   this   just   couldn't   wait   .   ❞   doe   eyes   glossy   as   she   plucks   the   test   from   her   pocket   ,   digits   tremble   with   the   task   of   handing   it   over   to   her   love   with   an   expression   of   timid   apprehension   .   ❝  you   know   how   we   skipped   the   condom   that   day   in   the   car   ?   turns   out   that's   actually   a   pretty   risky   thing   to   do   .   .   .   ❞   breath   hitches   in   her   throat   ,   anxious   timbre   quivering   as   she   awaits   his   reaction   .   ❝  is   this   the   part   where   you   run   screaming   &   never   speak   to   me   again   ?   ❞

 "i'm fine, it was just some creep trying to get too close," the brunette insists, even though the uneven rhythm of her breathing tells a completely different story. "i swear i'm fine." slender arms cross over her chest as she tries to smooth down the front of her dress, pearly whites biting the inside of her cheek. the thumping bass of the club inside is muffled through the steel doors of the back alley, and there's nothing she wants more than to go back and pretend that none of this happened, but she knows the man standing before her won't let her, in fact, she can tell by the look on his face that her night is pretty much over.