#━ › 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒. ⋰ feat . . . ayla.

[neverwrthy]

━ › @cfaylvs ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

he had specifically avoided the ball the night before, as if to maybe talk himself up into seeing her, there were nerves that settled heavily in his chest. but here he was, face to face with the one girl, no woman. ❝ ayla. ❞ it slips from him before he can even begin the rehearsed speech he had.

[neverwrthy]

━ › @cfaylvs ! ━ › 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 ⸻ ❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

his throat is dry, his tongue is raw. he thinks this to be a dream for a moment, it doesn't feel real. but the texture of her skin against the roughness of his hand, it is real. the smell of her skin. ❝ i will, i promise my love. ❞ he hushes softly, sweeping a strand of her hair away from her eyes. ❝ patience. ❞