#rosyviews.

" don't look at me like that , a girl has got to eat . "

"why do you care so much about who i'm texting? i was literally inside of you a few hours ago.. so, sounds like i chose you."

" i was thinking maybe we stay in tonight instead ? "

bentley is almost entirely lost in the way his hand feels along his shaft , ready to sink completely into the seritonin and high . his thumb swipes over his tip and a moan slips past his lips , surely that's the sound that covers the click ! of the door opening behind him . and just as easily as he had slipped into the pleasure , he's yanked out of it . by none other than the very man he'd been imagining . he's mortified . his hand is immediately pulled from his swim trunks and his entire body goes the colour of a god damn cherry . " fuck , don't you knock ? " he snaps . as if it wasn't an open door , like he was supposed to know there was such a situation on the other side . his hand comes to the back of his neck and the more arin talks , the deeper his blush goes . " jesus christ , they're with my phone in the damn kitchen . " he mutters . he hasn't looked at him once , he can't . not when he just walked in on him jacking off ( luckily his name hadn't slipped past his lips ) , and not while he's aggravatingly still hard .

" i've never been to this part of the city . "

" how about this . . . i win , you come home with me . you win , i go home with you . "

" that is a story that requires at least two more glasses of wine . "

" it's the fuckin' ass crack of dawn . . . the hell do you want ? "