#badrcviews

nico's grin grew crooked, head tilted. "you realize these people are just doing their jobs, right?" more than he'd ever admit, he understood the hunger that made someone sell a blurry photo for rent money. it beat gig work or shoplifting. "but fine, you can owe me a favor. i write them down." nico fished out a battered notepad from the duffle's side pocket, clicked a pen with intention, and scrawled item one: blackmail chandler. as a joke. kind of. "let's get the worst part over with. lead me to the wolves," he gestured, nodding at the door. "bet your mum's waiting with a camera and a clipboard of questions, yeah?"

“when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.” lula tries, and fails, not to sound hurt as she asks the question. pulls her lower lip between her teeth and rubs it back and forth for a moment before shrugging. “i was just surprised, is all.”

catching feelings wasn't what marcus had expected -- especially not for the thief he had caught trying to steal something from a street merchant. weeks of fooling around had finally caught up to him and he was unsure how to go about this. with growing up in the wealthy upper class family that he did, there was simply no way his family would approve of such a romance for him. she had spent the night at what his parents would call his bachelor pad, knowing no one would come disturb them there, except today he had a family party to attend and needed to start getting ready. after changing, the male made his way back over to her in his bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. "be my mistress." he blurted it out, hoping it would shove his feelings away if she knew this was just for fooling around.

they finally had this time together after months of planning. and they were snowed in. the kids had already called from their abuela's and she was ignoring the phone now. when she turned, she pressed a kiss to their lips and smiled against them before climbing into their lap. "we're snowed in and to keep warm..." she trailed off and wiggled her eyebrows before leaning in for another kiss. she hummed into their mouth and coiled her arms around their neck to pull them all the closer.

“   don’t   marry   him.   you   think   you   do   but   you   don’t   really   love   him,   i   know   you.   it’s   not   too   late,   it   could   still   be   us   in   the   end.   ”      

            watching morgan cross the expanse from her car to his, teetering on shiny heels made useless by the uneven gravel, jude rubbed at his eyes. annoyance, endearment. yes, the press would turn this into whatever circus it wanted by morning, but surely she was inflating the aftershock by a solid tenfold. the proof of her paranoia idled right in front of him: his car parked on this abandoned gravel road, headlights dark. “do you feel good about yourself right now?” he remarked, after confirming that the small twist of her ankle from catching a rogue rock hadn’t done any real damage. he leaned across, pushing open the passenger door from the driver’s seat. “it's going to be fine, morgan.”

                                    ❝      come      on      ,      please      don't      do      this      .      you're      my      best      friend      ⸻      there's      nothing      more      important      to      me      than      that      ,      you      can't      have      feelings      for      me      .      ❞