"i am only drinking one glass, only because it was my gifts to you," yasmiin clarified, walking toward him with two glasses of the champagne that she had bought samuel for valentine's day. she knew that they both despised the holiday, didn't care for much of anything about it ... but she also knew that the both of them would take any excuse to rain gifts onto the other. their relationship was one of careless expenses, mutual bonding and ideologies, and a not-so-thin veil of sexual tension during times when they allowed themselves to spend too much time together. the bracelet that he'd gotten her glittered on her wrist as she passed his glass to him. "you are a very bad boy, sam," she grinned, her r’s curling her tongue as her fingers busied themselves with tucking a loose curl on the nape of her neck into her headscarf. her body moved with grace and confidence to sit down on his couch, white heels sticking out from her festively red slacks as she crossed her legs. “you always tempt me. i was such a sweet young girl before you,” she sighed dramatically. a lie, they both knew. @reignedvices
