#this is ... terrible

          ‘  i  don’t  ever  want  to  get  out  of  this  bed .  ’  sascha  exhales  from  underneath  the  mountain  of  blankets ,  stretching  her  arms  above  her  head . her  head’s  still  a  mess  following  the  previous  night’s  activities ,  but  she’s  feeling  good  nonetheless .  there’s  a  slight  tingle  in  her  frame ,  and  as  she  FINALLY  opens  her  eyes  to  the  sunlight  bathing  her  bedroom .  seeing  a  tuft  of  hair  sticking  out  from  beside  her ,  a  mischievous  grin  stretches  across  the  mogul’s  features .  ‘  xavi ,  ’  she  sing-songs ,  wiggling  her  frame  closer .  ‘  xavi ,  wake  up .  ’  she’s  pouting  now ,  but  moves  until  she’s  PERCHED  right  where  she  wants  to  be .  ‘  wake  up ,  i’m  bored .  ’  ( @xavierfm )

       living in new york for the better part of the year could really make a person forget how wonderful and unique of a city it truly is --- going on business trips, such as the one which has taken him to atlanta for a thanksgiving gala of a company he represents, proves exactly that. jeremy catches himself hanging by the big windows, half empty glass of whisky in hand whilst he looks out into the evening lights. punctured, eyes scan the room for any kind of entertainment, until they suddenly land on an all too familiar figure. god, she looks great. older, wiser, features sharper, but nonetheless emanating the same grace she always did, the same effortless beauty she always had. as he approaches the brunette, with calculated caution, he’s washed over by a slight sense of embarrassment, like a giddy teenager seeing a beautiful woman for the first time. “rebecca...” voice drunk in positive astonishment, the broker glares at her head on, preparing for the worst.