#sainthills

"if it started eating you i would have to be the one to operate on you. and i don't know if i have it in me right now." he quipped back with a tiny lopsided smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared on his face. "yeah. some might say you should have learned it the hard way, but i think it's okay after the busy shift we just had." people just needed to stay at home sometimes, then again dylan knew himself and he knew he would eventually get bored if nothing happened. people hurt themselves, even if you wished they didn't, they did and always would. "how do you feel? besides tired." he inquired, wondering where her head was at. as a man with a lot of experience he felt it was his responsibility to be there for the younger and new generation.

blake drained the last of his drink and set the glass down with a heavy thud, his dark eyes locking onto her across the crowded, noisy booth. without giving her a second to protest, he reached out and wrapped his fingers firmly around her wrist, pulling her flush against his chest as he stood up. "alright, we're done here," blake murmured against her ear, giving her rear a sharp, possessive smack that sent a jolt of heat straight through them both. "i'm tired of sharing you with this room, baby girl. we're going home so i can have you all to myself."

elara slid her hands up the lapels of their jacket, her fingers curling into the fabric as she pressed them back against the locked door. "we have exactly ten minutes before they notice we're both missing from the party," she whispered, her glossy lips brushing hot against a jawline. "so if you're going to keep telling me why we shouldn't be doing this, you're wasting valuable time."

" i would rather lose you after telling the truth than keep lying to you. "