Jul 11
Stress Relief for the Two-Star Chef
Their hot cocoas are now cold and forgotten on the coffee table, her jeans are discarded on the floor, and Sydney’s lying on this crappy couch, with her legs wide open, one foot on the ground, the other propped up on the cushions. And Carmy’s sitting there, in this most private space between her thighs, with his hand on her knee, thumb gently brushing her skin. And despite his very visible bulge in his jeans, and despite the fact that she has only her socks and panties on her lower body, like a gentleman, he keeps his bright blue eyes strictly on her face, taking her breath away. Oh fuck. —Chapter 2: Helping Hands and Lips
#sydcarmy#carmy x syd#sydney x carmy#srfttsc#chapter 2!!#I'm behind on some comments and it's gonna take a few days maybe but i still wanted to update this chapter!!#if i didn't reply to a comment or an ask just know that i'm not ignoring it!! and i appreciate it soo much!! and i'm gonna reply like alway#also i love this chapter header as well#i was torn between using the last one for all the chapters#but now i'm doing this little challange aka how many pinterest pictures can i turn into sydcarmy#and i really hope you like this part too!!
