“Your foot is in my face.” / tenille @ adam!
♡ —adam let out a soft groan as the sun peeked through the hotel blinds and directly into his face. his brow scrunched as he squeezed his eyes closed even tighter and rolled over onto his side; another groan escaped as he shook up the contents of his fragile stomach from the night before. whiskey and tequila were a tough pair. he was still trying to get his head on straight when her voice called out – farther than he’d expected. with as much flourish as he could muster, adam flung back the covers next to him where he assumed he’d find tenille’s mussed hair and smudged makeup yet there was only her painted toenails. his brow furrowed again as he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down the mattress at her. ❛jesus…how drunk were we last night?❜
@ravagedpeace. accepting.















