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His curiosity was piqued now, not only regarding what she could’ve been writing but he’s quite taken with that dress on her. He doesn’t know very much about her besides her pursuit of knowledge, but that alone interested him in getting to know her further. “Right, but I’m not gonna let you stand while I have a seat. That’s not how I was raised.” He’d take a sip of his coffee, once more making a kind gesture for her to get comfortable. “I don’t mind you taking the seat.” The bus would come to a gradual stop, the mere motion of the vehicle causing him to grasp tighter onto the pole as his hand settled over hers. “Come on, before you bump into me or something.”

Gabriel had no idea how he ended up in this situation. He was all alone with Frankie, sitting on the couch, watching some stupid rom-com on the tv. Before this, he had been having dinner with his fiancée Sarah and her little sister. Then Sarah had gotten a call from the office and said she needed to go back for a few hours, told them not to stay up waiting for her if it got too late. Now, they were all alone. He’d always found Frankie attractive, and on occasions he’d thought about what could be hidden underneath those cute little dresses she wore. It was one of his dirty little secrets. He was feeling pretty uncomfortable at this point. Thoughts of her in his arms, underneath him, naked, flashed through his brain. The male cleared his thought, shifting a bit, trying desperately to think of something else entirely.

Noah still had to get used to the new attention he was getting. A photoshoot was about to happen that day because he had been picked as one of five singer-songwriters to look out for. It was a big honour but he had never done a photoshoot before. So when he arrived that early morning, he felt like a complete stranger. They had sent him to the make up trailer where he was the first and only one in the trailer. He was met there by a beautiful woman who had to be the make up artist. "Hi, Noah Upton. You have to be Misty? They told me I would be able to find you here. You are the one responsible of making me look good for the day?" He asked her, the last bit oif his words jokingly.

this conversation had already happened a million times in his head, and yet it still tore him apart to sit there and end things with practically the only girl that ever really meant anything to him. but it was for her own good. he’d be stuck in jail for at least six more months before he even got a court date. it wasn’t fair to her, making her wait around for him. plus she deserved better than him anyways. frankie could get any guy, she didn’t need to settle. so when she came to visit him, he finally did it. “i think we just need to end things before it gets even more complicated. i don’t know how long i’m going to be stuck here, and it’s not fair to you to make you wait around for somebody like me. i’m not worth it.” @submissiveones

SIMBA: you’re late... SIMBA: again SIMBA: no worries, this waitress is keeping me company SIMBA: she said you have 30 mins before she buys me dinner herself, so get to steppin