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"well,  isn't  it  my  sweet  little  girl..  how  do  you  want  to  spend  today,  hm?  a  little  shopping?  some  personal  time?"

⌗ closed starter.   ﹙ based on this plot .﹚

this sucked. the second the bad idea popped into his head, the brunette knew waiting would be torture. it was her fault, though. who came to the movies in a skirt? only someone who knew logan bought tickets in the back row. he patiently waited as the movie began, hand falling to her leg. his digits delicately brushed along her thigh as his eyes remained on the screen.

"i'm just saying, i could help you." not to mention, she could pay off her loans and move out of the dorms if she played her cards right. "you need someone to make you look good, i need the money." morgan thrived on being honest, blunt. "school keeps me too busy to traditionally date anyone, anyway. if either of us gets tired of it, we can break it off."

"you want me to come to the grammy's with you?" noah glanced up from his shake, looking at her across the kitchen island. "babe, are you... sure?"

he nodded once, guilty as charged. “i’m sorry.” he chirped, immediately saying what he thought she’d want to hear. “she was flirting with me. not that it’s any excuse — i shouldn’t have done it.”

⸻ " i'll have plenty of time to rest when i die. "