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             “ –mph! “

a tan hand pulls away from its tangled place among curls of gold and pale fingers quickly separate themselves from the waistband of ripped jeans. their lips part ways almost immediately but chad can already feel blood creep up his neck and onto his cheeks, probably flushing them an embarrassingly vibrant red. he hadn’t even noticed that this was zara’s room. if he was being honest, he hadn’t noticed much beyond the heat of jay’s hands, the taste of his lips, and the growing desire for the tanned tourney player in his chest. the same desire that was now completely crushed under the weight of embarrassment.

              “ sorry. sorry. i thought–i didn’t know–um we’re gonna leave now. “

he quickly made his escape, snatching his jacket off the floor and then grabbing his boyfriend’s hand to drag him out of the room. he avoided zara’s eye as they exited and once they were clear chad slapped jay’s shoulder. 

               surprise !

               nose crinkles, and audrey rears her head back instinctively. little white fluff fills her vision, makes eyelids flutter and smiling lips part. that is a mistake realized immediately; spluttering, she brings a hand to her mouth. picks tiny seeds off her tongue and lips. gaze is somewhere between disapproving and bemused, and as she waves the final remnants of the flower away from her face, she snorts.

               ❝ oh ho. ❞ she leans over and plucks up her own dandelion, and in one breath the favor is returned. audrey laughs at black and silver locks speckled with gentle white —– a sight uncharacteristically sweet for the woman beside her. 

                asked as she bridges the distance between them, idly running searching fingers through surprisingly soft hair, ❝ so what’d you wish for? ❞

“Go to a college party, they said,” Mila grumbled, wringing her hair out and dripping beer onto the sidewalk. “It’ll be great, they said.” There was nothing great about getting a beer to the face after an angry girl accused her of flirting with her boyfriend. It didn’t even matter that all she was asking was if he knew where the bathroom was. 

               “ it’s too hot. ”

               duh. small frame stretches, and a low whine is sighed between pouting lips. she fancies herself herself catlike in this moment, even goes so far as to curl up with her head on the woman’s lap. indeed, she had divested herself of pesky denim not two minutes earlier, and now she revels in the feel of cool air against heated skin. roses blossom on dimpled cheeks,  and were she not nursing her third one might say it was owed to a lack of modesty.

               beat, and she lets out a drowsy hum. already, exhaustion has seeped into her bones, making eyelids heavy and her voice low. this, however, does not keep her from voicing one final complaint. princess shifts, forehead pressing nearer to zara’s hip in search of a cooler patch of fabric.

                                              “ you’re also too hot. stop it. ”