#everafteragain

He is taking a risk - breaking the boundaries between friendship and something much more powerful than that. He didn’t even have the slightest clue if she felt the same as him but that didn’t matter, he couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’ve wanted to do this for awhile,” He interjected as his face was careful to approach hers, foreheads using each other as a resting point while he worked up the courage to carry on. Looking into those eyes he’s becoming so familiar with, his lips curved into a smile for a moment. “I hope it’s okay?” He went ahead and took his chance, reacting on that small window of confidence he felt and his hand was on her cheek as his lips captured hers for a kiss.

     ELVIS: how much do i have to tip for you to let me take you out?      ELVIS: also you can tell me how many people ask that, i get it.      ELVIS: i would ask if you live in chicago but i’d be willing to get on a plane.      ELVIS: or do the whole private jet date thing.      ELVIS: name your price, and don’t low-ball yourself.

“So I know this stack of papers doesn’t look all that fun to grade but I was thinking. Which I know can be dangerous sometimes but I have a plan. There’s this cool little bar that just opened on the other side of town, maybe we head over there and grade some papers and have a few drinks? Grading papers at home all alone is boring, this could be fun.” Brayden didn’t know if he was out of line, asking Roxanne to spend time with him outside of school. They got along really well in class and whenever they stayed after school, maybe them casually flirting made him want to spend a little more time with her outside of school. He knew that she was married, he didn’t really care. He wasn’t looking for her to drop her husband for him, he just thought that maybe they could have a bit of fun. Have a few drinks and relax a bit, she seemed like she could use a little break from regular life and maybe he could give her that much needed break. @everafteragain​

The sky was lit with the approaching sunset. Jack checked signs occasionally for options of layovers. “Hey,” He called to his side. “Take a look to see where you want to pull over for the night?” Jack asked. He threw a kiss in their direction to accompany the favour before his attention soon returned to the road. | @everafteragain​

this is how it always was for lucas at any kind of function, formal or not.  he always stuck with the person he came with, too lazy or too indifferent to go mingle.  at this kickback, he ended up on a couch with evalyn, drinking and laughing -- genuinely having a good time.  "you know that you are probably the only woman i met at a bar that i didn’t fuck -- or plan to fuck for that matter.”  lucas noted randomly before he took a swig of his beer.  his eyes wandered as his brain tried to recall any other woman like evalyn.  nope,  she’s the only one.  “unless...” he waggled his eyebrows playfully, suggestively.  “no, seriously.  am i not a catch, evalyn?  you’d let me know, right?  ...you’ve never hit on me.  not once!” he sniffled, pretending to be hurt by the lack of objectification.  

She paused mid thought-- mid step as she rounded the corner and almost collided into another customer. She might’ve cursed, but her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t make a sound. Because even from behind, she knew exactly who it was. Alston’s own Indigo Easton. It had to be. They hadn’t seen each other, they hadn’t even spoken, since she graduated and she wasn’t about to change that now. Still holding her breath, Cass took a stuttered step back. Right. Into. A. Shelf. A chorus of clangs and crashes echoed over the soft holiday music and Cassidy cringed, nearly tripping over her own feet as she took another step to immediately crouch and clean up.”Don’t, uh- don’t mind me. Just uh-- testing for this morning’s mystery sound,” she said, ignoring the hair that fell in her face as she bowed her head. Her heart pounded and she attempted to breath. She was making this to big of a deal. What were the chances Indigo even remembered her? They were slim. Right? @everafteragain​

It was something that had become blatantly apparent the moment he’d met her little sister. Cortney, in all her eclectic glory, was more his speed than the older sister could ever hope to be. He was almost certain she’d felt the same spark he had; that she could maybe even feel the tension between them now as they sat by one another at the dinner table. This hopefulness - this hunger for stimulation - was part of what emboldened him to place his hand on her smooth knee beneath the table, moving it slowly along her milky thigh as he continued to respond to her father’s inquiries and comments without missing a beat. His fingertips tapped against her skin, pushing slightly in a silent request for her to open her thighs for better access.