#* ☁️ ⸰ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ↪ general.

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prue had been more careful with her friendships lately, both for her sake and keenan's. she knew that she had to let go of some people, that they weren't actually supportive of her and were only going to cause her more stress at the end of the day. she wanted friends who wouldn't be judgmental of her relationship with the male, friends who didn't demonize him like he was some horrible, truly awful person. some people just wouldn't ever understand them, and she had come to accept that. the types of friends she needed were like minded individuals, people who weren't uncomfortable with different ways of showing affection. he never hurt her, but most people wouldn't be capable of comprehending that. friends like nora were people she needed to distance herself from, because they weren't healthy. she couldn't have them in her life and still maintain her own happiness because they'd try and tear her down. prue was tired of being backed into corners and made to feel like she was weak and incapable of making decisions for herself. she never felt that way when she was with him, though. "i was such a greedy slut for you that day too. hmm? i didn't even deserve to get fucked by you like that but you were just so generous." she could recall the way she initially went over there with an attitude, how she was mouthy with him and acted like a complete brat. she'd only ever seen him be generous that one time, because she vividly remembered when she wasn't allowed to come when she wanted to after she got mouthy the next time. she picked up on the lessons rather quickly, because she frankly liked being able to finish when she wanted to, hated not getting her way. "and that's why i try so hard to be a good girl for you daddy," she told him honestly. she definitely slipped up from time to time, but she figured that was bound to happen. prue had the tendency to be bratty, and no amount of punishments in the world could ever truly get the brat out of her. "of course i would have let you," she told him like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. "i would've let all of them hear it... would've made sure they knew exactly what was going on. they'd know just how well you fuck me... would be able to understand just how much i love your dick." what would her friends have thought? they would certainly have some choice words for her, but they wouldn't be brave enough to say them to her face when keenan was there to back her up. "i... i don't care what they would think." at least, she was working towards not caring and the male made it easier for her to get to that point each and every day. as she sat on the couch waiting for him she did her best to push all negative thoughts outside of her head. she didn't want to be thinking about nora or any of her other friends while they were about to have a new experience together. sure, this wasn't keenan's first time doing drugs, but it was hers and she wanted it to be a pleasurable thing for her. once the male re-emerged she flashed a smile in his direction, ecstatic to hear words of praise coming from him. prue nodded at his words, one of her own hands settling atop his own. "i'm ready."

he was careful to never outright tell prudence who she could or couldn't spend time with, it was her own choice at the end of the day, but he still made it clear which ones he liked and which he didn't. there were a few keenan could stand spending time with, ones that didn't immediately judge what the two of them had or look at him like he was the worst person in the world. so what if he enjoyed leaving marks on prue? she was into it, he'd never do it if she wasn't and yet people seemed to have an issue with it? maybe he should fuck her at one of the local bars, see how people liked it then. as far as he was concerned prue was the perfect girl, why would people like nora hate her the way they did? it fucked with his head a little, he couldn't figure out a reason aside from just being jealous and petty. "fuck yeah, second you sat yourself down on my lap and humped my cock was the moment i knew you were made for me", he commented with no shame in his words because why would he be ashamed? keenan was very obvious with his obsession and he didn't see it calming down any time soon — jeremy constantly teased him about it but he didn't care, he was utterly obsessed with prudence. "i give it to you all the time baby, it just depends on how i give it to you and if you're being a brat that day or not. then daddy gives it to you in a different way", when he was using her solely for the purpose of getting himself off and not her, showing her what happened when she acted out and was something other than the good girl he expected her to be. she enjoyed pushing his buttons sometimes, something that would have gotten other people killed but with prudence it only turned him on. thinking over her words keenan realised he had missed an opportunity back there, "you would have let me? been so loud and obnoxious about it as i fucked you? what would your friends think about that?" personally he didn't give a single fuck what they thought and he was hoping she was coming around to that way of thinking too. he wanted to share every part of his life with her, be completely honest — but he wasn't an idiot, he needed to be sure prudence could mentally handle it before he started dropping hints. with his bloodied mask stashed away right beside his drugs he couldn't let her see, even if he did want to. pushing open the door to his bedroom he approached the wardrobe, opening the doors and pushing clothes to the side to press his hand against the bottom left side of the back, hearing the click that told him the hatch was open. he decided on something weaker than his usual upper, a pill he could split in two for his girl so she could get used to it slowly and steadily. after shutting everything back up he stepped into the living room, grinning as he seen her waiting. "look at you, such a good girl for daddy." waving the little bag with just two pink pills inside he settled himself down beside her, free hand on her thigh. "you ready for this baby?"

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ronan   didn't   know   what   drama   kitsey   and   his   girlfriend   had   going   on,   he   didn't   care   for   following   along   with   who   dated   who   or   who   didn't   like   who.   he   had   enough   on   his   plate   to   worry   about,   didn't   need   to   add   to   it   by   involving   himself   in   things   he   ultimately   believed   were   pointless.   ❝   you   hate   her   ?   that's   a   pretty   strong   word.   so   what   ?   you   think   she's   only   with   me   because   you   and   i   are   friends   ?   is   that   what   you're   saying   ?   'cause   i   feel   like   that   seems   like   a   little   bit   of   a   stretch,   kitsey.   can't   she   like   me   for   who   i   am   and   not   because   we're   close   ?   ❞   he   just   didn't   want   to   believe   his   girlfriend   was   only   into   him   because   he   was   connected   to   kitsey.   he   scoffed   at   her   request,   taking   a   step   away   from   her,   arms   moving   to   fold   across   his   chest   defiantly.   ❝   you   just   want   me   to   dump   her   because   you're   slightly   suspicious   ?   that's   fucking   ridiculous.   ❞

me.   she   thinks,   but   when   she   goes   to   speak   them   into   existance,   they   turn   into   a   lump   in   her   throat.   for   a   normally   outspoken   person,   she   finds   herself   uncharacteristically   quiet.   ❝   i   hate   her.   she   basically   wants   to   be   me,   ronan.   she   goes   after   every   guy   i   like   or   am   dating   .   .   .   not   that   that's   you,   but   i   care   about   you   and   she   knows   that   !   ❞   shakes   her   head   gently,   as   if   to   knock   her   jumbled   thoughts   into   place.   it's   not   a   lie,   but   it   doesn't   take   away   from   the   fact   that   she   wouldn't   be   happy   with   anyone.   ❝   can't   you   just   .   .   .   DUMP   HER   ?   ❞

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he   was   frustrated,   wanted   to   know   what   the   hell   was   going   on   with   her.   he'd   never   seen   her   act   this   way   before   and   it   raised   some   concerns   for   spencer.   "   really   ?   you   think   i'm   gonna   just   forget   about   it   'cause   you   told   me   to   ?   you   know   me   better   than   that.   i'm   not   letting   this   go,   arizona.   "   he   was   stubborn,   much   too   stubborn   to   just   drop   a   conversation   because   someone   told   him   to.   he   had   half   a   mind   to   confiscate   the   bottle   from   her   grasp,   but   he   waited   on   it.   he   wouldn't   hesitate   to   do   it   if   she   kept   leaving   him   feeling   concerned   for   her   well   being.   "   what's   so   wrong   with   me   having   a   good   time   for   once   ?   i   don't   think   that's   a   crime,   arizona.   don't   do   that   !   spending   time   with   one   another   is   a   two   way   street.   you   could've   come   up   to   me   too.   you   know   i'd   drop   anything   for   you.   ——   what   are   you   talking   about   ?   how   are   you   planning   on   getting   home   ?   is   someone   who   hasn't   been   drinking   going   to   give   you   a   ride   ?   "   there   was   no   way   in   hell   he'd   let   her   leave   with   anyone   he   didn't   trust   just   because   she   was   in   a   mood.

she   can’t   say   anything   back   ,   she   doesn’t   know   how   to   explain   the   way   she   feels   about   him   and   she   doesn’t   know   either   if   that’s   something   she   even   wants   to   do   right   now   .   why   should   she   confess   when   she   just   saw   him   all   over   another   girl   ?   she   wasn’t   one   to   willingly   put   herself   in   embarrassing   situations   .   “   just   forget   about   it   ,   will   you   ?   ”   she   says   ,   annoyed   .   bringing   the   bottle   of   wine   to   her   lips   once   more   .   “   we   both   know   this   isn’t   like   you   ,   spencer   ,   you   were   practically   throwing   yourself   all   over   her   .   and   you   haven’t   spent   a   moment   with   me   all   night   ,   it’s   like   i’m   not   even   here   .   but   don’t   worry   ,   i’m   heading   home   soon   .   i   can’t   fucking   stand   this   party   anymore   .   ”

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HER WORDS stung. how was it so simple for her to move on from him when he'd spent night after night missing her and resisting the urge to call her? he shook his head in disbelief, a scoff escaping the blonde's lips. "just like that? you let go of everything you've ever felt for me?"

"YES, IT really was that simple for me." as cruel as that was, faye had never been the type to settle down. she was able to move on... for the most part. "well you need to figure it out. because i've moved on, spencer. i've moved on from us; from the relationship we had."

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❝   look,   melanie   .   .   .   i   know   the   timing   isn't   really   that   convenient   but   it   doesn't   change   the   fact   that   i   can't   get   you   out   of   my   head. i miss you.   ❞

❝    you    wait    until    we're    broken    up    to    tell    me    that    ?    great    timing   ,    truly   .    ❞

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she  was  admittedly  pretty  messed  up  in  the  head,  she  knew  that  she  couldn't  pretend  that  it  wasn't  the  case.  no  sane  person  would  want  to  witness  the  murder  of  a  friend.  keenan  was  just  showing  her  more  parts  of  herself,  things  that  had  been  buried  for  so  long  now.  she  had  him  to  thank  for  awakening  things  inside  of  her,  parts  of  herself  that  her  friends  never  would've  been  accepting  of.  then  again,  more  and  more  of  her  friends  were  turning  up  dead  and  prue  knew  who  was  responsible.  still,  she  didn't  say  a  damn  thing.  even  when  she  was  questioned  by  the  police  because  of  how  close  she  was  to  some  of  them,  she  never  gave  keenan  away.  it  was  easy  for  her,  to  put  on  the  doe  eyes  and  cry  for  the  loss  of  her  friends.  she  was  easily  believed  each  and  every  time,  because  she  had  an  innocent  face  and  the  reputation  of  being  a  good  girl  around  town.  nobody  knew  that  she  was  getting  fucked  by  the  man  terrorizing  their  town  every  single  night.  "you  do  fit  all  of  me,  you're  right,"  she  agreed,  nodding.  "yeah?  i  bet  you're  really  looking  forward  to  the  day  you  can  finally  take  my  ass  .  .  .  aren't  you?"  of  course  he  was,  she  knew  that  he  was.  prue  appreciated  his  patience  on  all  of  it,  the  way  he  took  her  slowly  and  didn't  try  rushing  into  something  that  was  quite  a  big  deal  for  her.  she  knew  it  required  preparation,  it  wasn't  something  that  could  just  happen  over  night.  at  least,  not  for  her.  she  needed  to  be  able  to  adjust  slowly,  and  he  understood  that  perfectly  well.  prue  didn't  think  she  could  reasonably  commit  to  being  a  good  girl  constantly,  no  matter  how  much  she  might've  liked  to  be.  she  was  prone  to  attitudes  and  getting  herself  into  trouble  with  her  mouth,  it  was  just  who  she'd  always  been  as  a  person.  "hmm  .  .  .  good  girls  get  rewarded  and  bad  girls  get  punished?"  she  asked like she didn't already know,  and arched a brow.  she  wasn't  opposed  to  having  him  punish  her,  she  quite  preferred  getting  spanked  to  not  being  able  to  come  until  he  felt  like  she  was  actually  sorry  enough  and  had  learned  a  lesson.  prue  arched  a  brow  at  his  words,  hint  of  a  simper  tugging  at  her  lips.  maybe  she  felt  like  pushing  his  buttons  just  a  little  bit,  even  if  she  knew  it  was  likely  a  bad  idea.  "oh  yeah  daddy?  what  are  you  gonna  do?  fuck  me  before  we  go?  smack  my  ass?  i  can't  count  for  you  if  you're  gonna  gag  me  with  my  own  panties."

keenan  was  able  to  acknowledge  that  the  way  he  functioned  wasn't  in  line  with  how  mundane  people  went  about  their  lives.  he  was  wired  differently,  had  been  brought  up  in  an  environment  that  was  toxic  and  abusive.  he  was  never  meant  to  live  a  normal  life,  have  a  boring  office  job  and  two  ugly  kids  who  didn't  take  care  of  their  shit.  it  wasn't  him.  he  had  thought  prue  was  like  that,  the  girl  who  wanted  the  beautifully  boring  and  bland  life  —  he  never  expected  her  to  be  unhinged  in  a  way  that  very  few  people  were.  he  understood  it,  understood  that  darkness  that  she  held  inside  her.  she  wanted  to  come  along  with  him,  watch  as  he  killed  a  person  she  had  known  since  she  was  young.  it  wasn't  normal,  he  wouldn't  lie  to  her  and  act  like  it  was  either.  but  for  the  two  of  them  it  was  just  what  they  did  now.  nobody  but  jeremy  knew  what  he  did,  what  they  did  together  and  he  was  going  to  keep  it  that  way.  "baby  i  fit  every  single  part  of  you  perfectly.  soon  i'll  fit  that  ass  too."  it  was  taking  time,  every  time  they  fucked  he'd  play  with  it  a  little,  loosening  her  up  slowly  but  surely.  he  knew  his  cock  was  fat,  thick  when  fully  hard  and  likely  to  ache  when  he  fucked  that  tight  little  hole.  so  he  was  patient  and  knew  it'd  be  worth  it  in  the  end.  she  gave  him  everything  he  could  want  in  life,  he  didn't  mind  waiting  to  make  it  good  for  both  of  them.  even  when  he  was  punishing  her  keenan's  hands,  mouth  or  cock  never  went  to  her  asshole.  he  knew  it  was  something  to  be  taken  when  they  were  both  in  the  mood  for  it,  when  he  was  in  the  headspace  to  be  gentle  and  slow  with  his  princess.  "you  have",  he  agreed,  giving  her  that  much.  "but  you  need  to  be  a  good  girl  constantly,  prue.  you  know  the  rules  don't  you?"  he  had  no  issues  in  bending  her  over  and  spanking  her  raw,  edging  her  until  she  sobbed  or  just  using  her  as  his  come  dump  without  entering  her  at  all.  some  people  might  call  it  cruel  but  prudence  knew  how  he  would  be  if  she  turned  into  a  brat.  crossing  both  arms  over  his  chest  he  watched  her  slide  her  hands  under  her  skirt,  waiting  and  tapping  his  foot  against  the  wooden  floor  for  added  effect.  "watch  that  mouth  baby,  or  i'll  stuff  it  with  those  panties  and  bend  you  over  before  we  leave  this  damn  house."

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clara  wouldn't  sit  there  and  regret  some  of  her  decisions  too  much,  she  knew  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  now,  that  they  were  so  close  to  their  wedding  day  and  everything  had  already  been  planned.  she  was  ultimately  happy  with  the  decisions  she'd  made,  she  wasn't  going  to  start  questioning  them  now  when  she  couldn't  make  any  more  changes.  she  thought  that  they'd  have  a  magical  wedding  day,  and  that  was  what  really  mattered  to  clara.  she  would've  loved  to  just  say  her  vows  and  fly  off  to  the  hotel  for  their  honeymoon,  but  she  knew  they  needed  to  wait,  to  attend  their  own  reception  and  take  a  ridiculous  amount  of  pictures,  mostly  for  the  benefit  of  tiernan's  mother.  "i  know  what  you  mean.  you  know  how  much  i  love  seeing  you  in  a  suit  and  tie  .  .  .  it's  gonna  be  so  difficult  for  me  to  not  be  all  over  you  on  our  wedding  day.  i  don't  know  how  i'm  going  to  control  myself  at  all.  i  guess  we're  both  just  gonna  have  to  remind  ourselves  that  as  soon  as  we  get  through  the  wedding  and  the  reception  we're  gonna  have  a  whole  week  to  ourselves  where  we  don't  have  to  worry  about  anybody  wanting  anything  from  us.  and,  i'm  not  planning  on  bringing  a  lot  of  outfits  with  me,  either.  i  wanna  spend  as  much  time  naked  as  we  possibly  can."  sure,  she'd  bring  a  few,  only  because  they'd  inevitably  have  to  leave  that  room  and  she'd  like  to  maybe  try  going  to  a  nice  dinner.  "mmm  .  .  .  you  just  wanna  show  off  the  fact  that  you're  the  only  one  who  gets  to  fuck  me  for  the  rest  of  our  lives,  hmm?  make  sure  that  nobody  thinks  they  stand  a  chance?  that  i  only  belong  to  you?"  she  wanted  him  to  show  her  off,  to  make  sure  that  every  guest  in  that  hotel  knew  she  was  his  and  only  his.  the  word  had  slipped  out  so  naturally,  she  had  no  idea  where  it  stemmed  from  whatsoever.  her  eyes  widened  in  surprise  and  she  was  silently  hoping  that  he  liked  it,  that  he  wouldn't  be  completely  freaked  out.  when  it  was  clear  to  her  that  he  was  into  it,  she  breathed  a  sigh  of  relief,  thankful  that  she  hadn't  made  the  night  awkward.  she'd  enjoyed  calling  him  daddy,  but  hearing  him  call  himself  daddy?  it  was  the  hottest  thing  she'd  ever  heard  coming  out  of  his  mouth.  "fuck.  please  daddy  .  .  .  i  need  you  to  fuck  me.  can't  you  feel  just  how  badly  i  need  it?"  she  knew  he  could,  that  her  level  of  arousal  was  easily  discernible.  clara  emitted  a  low  moan  as  she  felt  his  lips  pressing  against  her  neck  whilst  his  thumb  simultaneously  moved  against  her  clit.  fuck,  he  was  going  to  destroy  her  one  of  these  days.  clara  nodded  quickly  at  his  words,  a  needy  whine  escaping  her  lips.  "you'll  definitely  slide  right  in.  just  want  you  to  fuck  me  right  now.  don't  care  if  anyone  sees  us."

if  clara  had  decided  that  she  wanted  to  hire  a  wedding  planner  tiernan  would  have  happily  went  along  with  it,  whatever  made  her  happy.  but  unfortunately  she  hadn't  and  while  he  didn't  know  a  lot  about  weddings  he  did  know  it  was  far  too  late  to  think  about  hiring  one  now  —  it  would  be  a  waste  of  money,  money  they  could  put  toward  their  new  home  or  preparing  for  their  baby  after  the  honeymoon.  but  in  future  he  would  politely  suggest  they  pay  someone  to  deal  with  the  planning  of  any  big  events  they  held,  the  money  spent  would  be  more  than  worth  it  if  she  got  to  relax  and  enjoy  life.  "definitely  not.  do  you  know  how  hot  you  look  on  a  normal  day?  imagine  on  our  wedding  day  or  our  honeymoon,  it's  going  to  be  torture  not  doing  anything  with  you  while  we  get  married  or  have  photos  taken."  he  would  be  sure  to  find  a  pocket  of  free  time  on  the  day  when  they  could  be  alone,  whether  he  had  to  briefly  occupy  a  random  room  in  the  hotel  with  her  or  go  up  to  their  suite  he  didn't  care.  he  wanted  to  fuck  clara  in  that  beautiful  dress  and  have  his  come  inside  her  for  the  remainder  of  the  day.  "that's  what  i  want.  want  everyone  there  to  know  just  how  well  you're  being  fucked,  how  good  i  make  you  feel  and  how  there's  nobody  but  me  who  can  do  it  to  you."  they  were  going  somewhere  hot  for  their  honeymoon,  he  knew  she'd  pack  bikinis  for  the  rare  moments  they  ventured  out  of  their  room  —  he  also  knew  her  wearing  them  would  push  his  self  control  too.  he'd  never  so  much  as  slid  a  hand  up  a  girl's  dress  in  public  before,  too  afraid  of  who  would  catch  them  and  what  that  would  mean.  but  with  clara  he  didn't  give  a  damn,  if  someone  happened  to  walk  past  then  they'd  just  continue  regardless.  he  wanted  her  and  there  was  barely  anything  that  would  make  him  stop  touching  her.  the  moment  the  word  daddy  slipped  from  her  lips  tiernan's  eyes  widened,  the  sound  of  it  going  right  to  his  cock  making  it  ache.  "fuck  baby,  you  want  daddy's  cock  that  badly  hm?  want  it  so  fucking  deep  inside  this  juicy  pussy  that  you  don't  know  where  i  end  and  you  begin?"  christ  he  loved  her  so  much.  "can't  wait  to  fuck  you",  he  murmured,  leaning  over  to  brush  his  lips  against  the  side  of  her  neck,  thumb  rolling  over  her  clit  before  sliding  between  her  damp  folds.  "i  bet  i'll  just  slide  in,  won't  i?  you're  already  soaked  for  me,  couldn't  even  hold  it  back  until  we  got  inside  the  car  —  so  needy  for  your  daddy."  

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his  confession  caused  her  cheeks  to  burn,  mind  racing  with  thoughts  of  what  was  on  his  mind  when  he  was  thinking  of  her.  "you  do?  what  .  .  .  what  kind  of  things  do  you  think  about  me  doing?"  she  questioned,  unable  to  stop  herself  from  expressing  her  curiosity.  she  wanted  to  know  what  was  on  his  mind,  just  how  impure  his  thoughts  were.  phoebe  wasn't  afraid  to  admit  that  she'd  spent  many  nights  thinking  about  the  male,  especially  lately.  she  wanted  him  more  than  she'd  ever  wanted  anybody  or  anything  before,  and  she  wasn't  afraid  to  show  it.  now  that  they'd  started  up  whatever  it  was  they  had,  he'd  occupied  so  much  space  in  her  mind.  connecting  with  him  on  an  entirely  different  level  was  such  a  rush  for  her,  she  wondered  why  they  hadn't  done  this  a  long  time  ago.  they  connected  in  such  a  unique  way  and  she  wasn't  ever  going  to  let  that  go  again.  "you  might  not  agree  with  me  but  it's  still  true  in  my  head.  i  like  you  being  honest  with  me  too.  you  can  always  be  honest  with  me,  finn.  you  never  have  to  worry  about  that  with  me.  i  want  you  to  come  to  me  and  tell  me  things."  she  wanted  him  to  know  that  she'd  never  judge  him,  that  he  could  go  to  her  with  anything  and  she'd  never  look  at  him  any  differently.  if  he  needed  her  to  tell  him  a  thousand  times  that  he  was  the  only  one,  phoebe  would  do  it.  "you  don't  ever  have  to  share  me  .  .  .  i'm  all  yours.  there's  nobody  else  that  i  want  besides  you."  since  she'd  gotten  with  him,  she  couldn't  ever  imagine  herself  getting  with  some  other  guy  on  campus,  not  when  she  had  the  best  one  available.  he  had  butterflies  fluttering  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  with  the  things  he  said  to  her,  hold  on  the  male's  shirt  tightening  slightly.  "yeah?  you  wanna  really  fuck  me  finn?  wanna  push  your  dick  inside  of  me?"  she  certainly  wanted  him  to  do  that.  she  nodded  slightly,  exhaling  a  shaky  breath  against  his  lips.  "yeah,  i  can  handle  another  finger.  i  want  you  to  stretch  me  out  too.  make  sure  i'm  nice  and  ready  for  your  cock."

it  wasn't  even  a  question  for  him,  thinking  about  her  when  she  wasn't  around.  he  couldn't  stop  it  even  if  he  tried  really.  she  was  always  in  his  mind  somewhere,  taking  up  space.  "of  course  i  do,  i  think  about  you  and  you  doing  a  lot  of  things",  he  admitted  somewhat  sheepishly.  he  never  felt  embarrassed  around  phoebe,  never  felt  shamed  about  speaking  his  mind  and  being  open  with  her.  even  before  they'd  done  anything  remotely  sexual  together  finn  had  thought  of  her,  wondering  what  being  intimate  with  his  best  friend  would  be  like.  if  he  could  he'd  shower  her  in  compliments  all  day  long,  remark  on  the  simplest  things  that  she  did  and  how  much  he  liked  them.  there  wasn't  one  part  of  her  he  didn't  embrace  ...  aside  from  maybe  the  addiction  to  coffee,  that  was  something  he  did  want  her  to  tackle  eventually.  "i  don't  know  about  that  but  ...  but  i  like  making  you  smile,  being  honest  with  you  about  the  things  you  do  and  how  they  make  me  feel.  i  want  you  to  know  all  of  it."  naturally  he  was  quite  closed  off,  had  a  small  circle  of  friends  and  generally  liked  it  that  way.  she  was  one  of  the  very  few  people  who  got  to  see  him  for  who  he  was,  not  what  he  showed  other  people.  he  enjoyed  her  assurances,  how  she  gave  him  what  he  needed  when  asked.  finn  needed  to  know  he  was  the  only  person  she  was  giving  herself  to,  spreading  her  legs  for.  "good  because  i  don't  want  to  share  you,  not  like  this."  it  was  all  for  him,  these  private  moments  shared  only  between  the  two  of  them.  the  soft  sound  she  made  caused  him  to  chuckle  quietly,  his  finger  slowly  sinking  inside  of  her  tightness.  "good  because  i  want  to  fuck  you  too,  not  just  with  my  fingers  either",  he  breathed  against  her  lips,  feeling  her  tight  pussy  clench  against  his  digit  as  he  pushed  it  further  inside  of  her.  "do  you  think  you  can  handle  another  finger?  i  want  to  stretch  you  out."  

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she  knew  that  her  job  was  high  pressure.  it  was  demanding  and  incredibly  exhausting.  secretly,  there  were  even  some  days  that  she  didn't  know  if  she  was  capable  of  dealing  with  it  any  more.  she  nodded,  a  small  sigh  escaping  her  lips.  "it  is  hard,  yeah.  to  tell  you  the  truth  .  .  .  i've  been  wanting  to  switch  to  a  private  practice.  you  know?  maybe  pediatrics.  work  for  a  private  doctor's  office  with  set  hours  that  don't  ever  change  and  the  ability  to  actually  enjoy  some  holiday's  with  my  family."  she  could  do  it,  switch  to  something  more  consistent  and  way  less  horrific,  but  she'd  also  have  to  find  a  doctor  she  liked  and  could  tolerate  being  around  for  hours  a  day.  while  she  couldn't  necessarily  relate  since  she  only  had  a  couple  of  months  of  freedom  after  high  school  before  she  was  off  to  college,  she  could  sort  of  understand.  "everyone  finds  their  calling  at  different  times  in  life.  i  think  you  just  happened  to  find  yours  early  on,  which  makes  you  pretty  lucky."  he  was  right  about  that,  she  knew  plenty  of  people  who'd  opted  against  attending  college  and  were  happier  for  it.  "oh,  definitely.  college  is  really  expensive,  it's  also  a  lot  of  pressure  to  put  on  a  young  person.  if  it  wasn't  calling  your  name,  then  you  made  the  right  decision."  she  liked  that  they  were  able  to  see  eye  to  eye  on  the  importance  of  enjoying  youth,  of  taking  time  to  travel  and  see  what  the  world  had  to  offer  while  still  in  their  prime.  "exactly.  i  want  to  actually  be  able  to  climb  the  eiffel  tower.  you  know?  things  like  that.  i'm  glad  you  feel  the  same  way."

hendrix  knew  in  his  bones  that  he  was  not  suited  for  the  type  of  job  she  had,  he  was  good  with  his  hands  but  not  in  that  kind  of  way.  he  wouldn't  be  good  under  that  type  of  pressure.  "i  bet  it's  hard  though,  even  if  you're  not  dealing  with  broken  bones  and  bleeding  out."  he  found  it  admirable  that  she  worked  so  hard  and  clearly  enjoyed  what  she  did.  nodding  slowly  the  man  smiled,  "work  with  cars,  have  done  since  i  got  out  of  high  school.  kinda  just  fell  into  the  whole  thing,  you  know?"  and  he  had  never  been  the  education  type,  always  skipping  classes  because  there  were  other  more  important  things  to  do  and  money  to  make.  college  was  never  something  he  had  imagined  for  himself.  "i  think  it's  more  common  now,  people  deciding  not  to  go  to  college  and  get  in  debt  for  the  rest  of  their  lives.  it  just  was  never  for  me,  i  hated  school  and  willingly  going  for  another  three  or  four  years  just  never  appealed  to  me."  he  liked  how  she  understood  though,  didn't  look  down  on  him  for  not  choosing  to  do  what  most  other  people  did.  "yeah  i  mean  eventually  we're  gonna  be  old  and  grey  if  we're  lucky  and  there's  no  time  for  travelling  around  the  world  when  you  have  a  bad  back  and  a  hip  replacement.  gotta  do  it  when  you  still  can."

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"that  doesn't  sound  like  a  bad  combination  at  all  .  .  .  especially  on  a  snowy  day.  there's  a  special  kind  of  comfort  that  comes  with  a  warm  drink,  don't  you  think?"  personally,  she'd  never  turn  down  a  nice  cup  of  hot  chocolate  with  the  little  marshmallows  and  some  whipped  cream  on  top.  phoebe  loved  christmas,  it  was  easily  her  favorite  holiday  and  she  could  just  gush  about  it  for  hours  on  end.  most  people  didn't  see  that  side  of  her,  the  girl  who  got  excited  over  the  holiday  season  and  loved  to  binge  watch  classic  christmas  movies  on  end.  she  thought  that  maybe  she  could  do  that  with  finn  if  things  settled  down  and  returned  to  normal  at  some  point  in  the  near  future.  she  didn't  want  to  go  back  to  how  things  were  before  they  got  closer,  before  they  got  to  actually  know  each  other.  she  smiled  slightly  at  his  words,  a  soft  laugh  escaping  her  lips.  "that  actually  sounds  like  a  pretty  great  way  to  spend  the  day  after  christmas.  just  a  nice  relaxing  day  to  wind  down  and  enjoy  some  time  to  yourself."  phoebe  tended  to  spend  most  of  the  day  in  her  room  reading  or  listening  to  music.  she'd  never  really  gotten  into  video  games  when  she  was  growing  up,  but  she  was  happy  that  finn  had  something  he  clearly  enjoyed  doing  in  his  free  time.  she  snorted  at  his  words,  head  canting  slightly.  "not  a  talented  musician?"  she  asked  teasingly.  when  it  came  to  paying  attention  to  the  people  around  her,  phoebe  tended  to  tune  most  of  them  out.  of  course  it  was  a  little  different  with  finn.  he'd  been  her  constant  competition  since  grade  school  and  she  didn't  want  to  give  him  any  opportunities  to  catch  her  off  guard.  she  paid  attention  to  him  for  vastly  different  reasons  now,  though.  she  liked  him,  he  was  a  truly  good  person  and  she  admired  him.  "yeah?  you  are?"  she  asked,  smiling  slightly.  "well,  it  was  just  my  parents  then.  this  place  is  the  only  home  i've  ever  known  my  whole  life,  but  i  definitely  don't  know  how  they  tolerated  a  six  hour  drive  while  my  mom  was  pregnant  with  me.  i  mean  .  .  .  i  know  my  dad  makes  a  lot  of  money  so  i  guess  it  was  definitely  worth  it.  i've  had  an  amazing  life,  so  i  can't  really  complain."  she  wondered  what  it  was  like  to  have  grandparents  so  nearby,  if  she  should've  been  envious  of  finn  for  having  his  so  close  by  or  grateful  that  hers  were  a  considerable  distance  away.  "i  swear  that's  only  a  talent  you  can  master  once  you  become  a  grandparent."

"they're  the  best  hands  down,  nothing  beats  a  cinnamon  roll  warmed  up  with  a  hot  drink.  no  matter  what  the  season  it's  always  a  good  choice."  it  was  something  he'd  always  order  if  he  was  in  the  mood  for  something  warm  and  comforting.  he  could  imagine  her  doing  all  of  that,  getting  into  full  christmas  mode  and  making  the  most  of  it.  finn  enjoyed  christmas,  spending  time  with  family  and  being  able  to  take  a  break  from  school  work,  it  was  a  relief  and  a  time  for  him  to  recharge.  "usually  when  christmas  rolls  around  we're  all  so  stuffed  of  food  we  can't  handle  anymore,  i  spend  the  day  after  playing  computer  games  because  i  can't  even  move."  it  was  the  peace  and  quiet  he  loved,  there  was  nothing  like  christmas.  "i  think  if  i  went  door  to  door  singing  someone  would  have  me  arrested,  so  for  the  sake  of  my  pristine  record  i'm  going  to  have  to  give  you  a  firm  no  on  that."  he  had  never  really  cared  very  much  about  the  other  students  in  his  lectures,  whether  they  noticed  him  or  whether  they  viewed  him  as  some  know  it  all.  finn  concentrated  on  the  assignments  he  needed  to  do  and  making  sure  he  did  them  well,  if  people  wanted  to  talk  crap  about  that  then  he  was  fine  with  it.  but  so  far  nobody  had  said  anything  to  him,  he  simply  just  got  on  with  life.  "no?  well  ...  well  i'm  glad  you  think  that."  he  liked  being  seen  by  her,  she  was  a  lot  like  him  in  many  ways.  she  took  her  studying  seriously  and  was  a  genuinely  nice  person,  they  might  always  compete  against  one  another  but  that  didn't  mean  he  wasn't  aware  of  how  hard  she  worked  or  how  much  effort  she  put  into  things.  "wow  that's  a  long  way  to  move  for  a  job,  it  must  have  been  a  good  one  to  uproot  everyone  like  that."  he  had  lived  in  their  town  for  all  his  life,  his  mother  had  originally  lived  where  his  grandma  lived  now  just  a  short  drive  away.  "oh  they  love  to  complain  about  it  but  in  that  grandparent  way  where  they  do  it  super  nicely  but  also  get  the  point  across  really  well.  it's  honestly  a  talent."  

[dismaltouch]

heath  did  more  for  her  than  he  could  ever  possibly  know.  the  way  he  was  always  so  supportive  and  just  willing  to  listen  to  her  vent  out  her  frustrations  meant  so  much  to  carly.  everything  he  said  and  did  made  her  feel  a  little  bit  better  and  she  really  needed  that  most  days.  he  was  the  one  person  she'd  met  she  felt  like  could  talk  to  about  anything  and  wouldn't  feel  like  she  was  being  silently  judged  by  him.  heath  had  been  accepting  of  her,  he  treated  her  with  a  kindness  she  hadn't  seen  in  years.  she  nodded  in  agreement  with  his  words,  a  sad  smile  spreading  across  her  lips.  he  was  right,  like  he  typically  was.  stressing  herself  out  and  exhausting  herself  with  research  wasn't  going  to  benefit  anyone.  a  day  away  would  be  refreshing  for  her.  she  needed  to  clear  her  head  a  little  bit,  she  knew  that.  "you're  right  .  .  .  i  do  have  to  look  after  myself  a  little  bit.  sometimes  i  just  kind  of  forget  that  i  should  be  taking  better  care  of  myself,"  she  admitted.  "i  just  .  .  .  i  get  so  focused  on  what  i  need  to  be  doing  for  other  people  that  i  forget  about  myself."  those  were  not  easy  words  to  admit  out  loud  to  anyone,  but  she  felt  comfortable  enough  around  him  to  do  it.  she  smiled  at  his  offer,  nearly  moved  to  tears  by  just  how  kind  he  was  to  her.  she  nodded  slightly,  exhaling  a  shaky  breath.  "i  um  .  .  .  i'd  really  appreciate  that,  heath.  thank  you."  some  days  she  wondered  what  she'd  do  without  him,  how  she'd  gone  so  long  without  ever  even  knowing  him.  "that's  exactly  what  i  plan  on  doing.  i  want  her  to  be  surrounded  by  positive  influences  .  .  .  not  people  like  my  mother."  she  wanted  her  sister  to  grow  up  to  be  a  good  person,  to  spare  her  from  as  much  pain  and  trauma  as  she  could.  carly  shrugged  in  response,  lips  pursing  slightly.  "actually,  i  hadn't  really  thought  about  it.  you  seem  to  be  full  of  good  ideas  .  .  .  do  you  have  any  suggestions  for  me?"

heath wished more than anything that he could help her out, dig into some deep and coincidental pool of knowledge he had inside his head and manage to fix everything for her — but he couldn't. the legal system was something he avoided like the plague, considering what his family did he tended to stay very far away from everything remotely related to it. all he could do now was offer carly support and be there for her when she needed it. "maybe a day off from looking would be good, you don't need to be constantly searching for one and burning yourself out. you gotta look after yourself." heath could admit that their small town was not bursting at the brim with fancy lawyers or doctors, he doubted she would find one around them but it never hurt to spend a quick hour searching just to be sure. "i can phone around if you want? ask some people 'round here if they'd know any lawyers close to town that are worth the money?" it was the very least he could do for her. when her expression changed and a smile spread across her lips heath felt like he had finally done something right, made her less focused on what wasn't going right and instead on what was going okay. "and she will, but these things take time right? you gotta make sure you got the best people around you and then you'll be good to go and she'll come here and fit right in." he didn't know an awful lot about city life outside of movies and tv shows, but heath knew it simply wasn't for him and never would be. there were so many benefits to living in a small town, to belonging to a community that cared for you. "so what do you wanna do on your day off then?"

[dismaltouch]

"i  can  definitely  see  it.  i  think  your  friends  are  kind  of  chaotic,  honestly.  i'm  glad  i  don't  really  hang  out  with  them  .  .  .  they'd  confuse  and  exhaust  me  way  too  quickly."  scott  was  just  being  honest.  if  bailey  liked  her  friends  he  was  happy  for  her,  he  wouldn't  ever  try  to  come  between  any  friendships,  but  he  also  didn't  feel  obligated  to  hang  out  with  her  friends  just  because  the  two  of  them  were  something.  he'd  rather  spend  time  with  the  few  people  he  actually  liked  than  sit  around  silently  tolerating  people  he  didn't  care  about.  scott  chuckled  at  her  words,  giving  her  a  small  nod  in  response.  "sure,  i  guess  there's  someone  out  there  for  everyone  but  you  gotta  feel  bad  for  the  people  stuck  with  the  crazy  friends.  right?"

"mhm, so now you can see why the group chat is going crazy? but considering i was there i have literally nothing to contribute to the conversation only to say she made a huge mistake and needs to figure her shit out. i have no interest in knowing what my dealer's dick looks like thank you very much." how could she look that guy in the eye if she knew how big he was? bailey didn't care overly for her friends opinion on scott, she knew how she felt about him and that was good enough for her. but as far as she knew none of them had any issues with him or the pair dating. "some of them are totally crazy but you know ... there's someone out there for everyone right?" however none of them were as crazy and frustrating as the one who had fucked scott, that friend she had cut from her life entirely and was very content with her decision.

[dismaltouch]

her  appearance  was  something  faith  put  a  lot  of  effort  into,  she  always  ensured  she  left  home  looking  her  best.  the  blonde  couldn't  handle  the  thought  of  going  out  and  looking  like  a  complete  disaster.  she'd  never  live  it  down  if  she  appeared  in  the  media  looking  anything  other  than  spectacular.  faith  arched  a  brow  at  his  words,  daring  to  take  a  step  closer  to  the  male.  maybe  she  wanted  to  rile  him  up  just  a  little  bit,  make  him  feel  frustrated  before  she  gave  him  what  he  wanted.  "you  think  this  is  me  being  a  little  brat  baby?  i  could  be  so  much  worse  than  this.  i  could  tell  you  that  i'm  not  wearing  anything  beneath  this  dress  and  make  you  think  about  that  all  night  long.  —  .  .  .  oops.  i  guess  i  already  did  that  too."  she  offered  a  shrug  of  the  shoulders.  lips  pursing  slightly.  "maybe  i'm  more  demanding  and  needy,  but  which  one  of  us  is  more  frustrated  right  now?  i  promise  you  it  isn't  me."  parroted  his  last  few  words,  grin  tugging  at  her  lips.  "i'm  having  the  time  of  my  life  right  now,  actually."

christian  couldn't  remember  a  time  when  faith  didn't  look  good  when  she  left  her  house,  this  was  just  one  of  those  moments  where  she  looked  so  good  that  he  was  finding  it  very  difficult  keeping  his  hands  to  himself.  "you  know  i  like  it  when  you  look  and feel amazing,  that  isn't  about  that.  it's  about  me  wanting  you  and  you  being  a  little  brat  and  trying  to  say  you  don't  want  it."  he  knew  she  did,  that  if  he  pushed  his  hand  between  her  legs  she  would  likely  be  wet  for  him.  "oh  i  am  very  sure,  we  both  know  who's  the  most  demanding  and  needy  out  of  the  two  of  us  and  spoiler  alert  ...  it  isn't  me."  

[dismaltouch]

"i'm  sure  it'll  die  down  eventually,  lylah.  people  are  just  .  .  .  they're  just  bored.  small  place  like  this?  it's  kind  of  easy  for  it  to  happen.  you  know?  eventually  the  rumors  will  die  out  and  they'll  see  you  for  who  you  really  are.  i  mean  .  .  .  if  you're  still  here  by  then,  of  course."  he  wasn't  sure  how  much  longer  she'd  be  in  town.  if  the  rumors  would  have  time  to  die  out  or  if  she'd  be  leaving  the  town  with  them  still  attached  to  her  name.  he  wasn't  sure  why  she  was  sharing  all  of  those  little  tidbits  about  herself  with  him,  beau  didn't  think  she  was  a  scam  artist  or  anything  of  the  sort.  he  gave  her  a  slight  smile  and  nodded  his  head  a  bit.  "i've  never  stolen  anything  in  my  life  either,  so  i  suppose  we  have  that  in  common."  however,  beau  could  be  a  convincing  liar  when  he  needed  to  be,  which  was  rarely,  but  it  still  came  in  handy.  he  didn't  lie  to  hurt  people,  he  only  did  it  to  protect  people.  "i've  never  stayed  overnight  in  the  place,  so  i  wouldn't  know  what  that  was  like,  but  i  guess  that  could  definitely  use  some  work,"  he  stated  with  a  laugh.  "i  can't  believe  that  hasn't  been  fixed  already.  it  gets  really  cold  here  in  the  winter.  i'm  sure  their  son  will  knock  some  sense  into  them  eventually,  get  them  to  do  some  repairs  around  the  place."  old  people  could  be  rather  stubborn,  he'd  seen  it  every  day  in  his  own  parents.  "i  think  the  quiet's  nice  for  some  self  reflecting  or  just  clearing  your  mind  in  general."

it  wasn't  lylah's  place  to  tell  people  what  to  do  with  their  time,  but  she  just  wished  that  they  would  focus  their  efforts  on  maybe  not  spreading  nonsense  about  her  to  anyone  who  would  listen.  "people  are  starting  to  give  me  weird  looks,  i'm  hoping  it'll  die  down  though."  she  couldn't  tell  them  what  she  was  here  for,  they'd  assume  she  was  crazy  and  look  at  her  even  weirder.  so  she  simply  said  she  was  visiting  for  research  on  a  project,  which  wasn't  a  lie.  "i've  never  even  stolen  a  chocolate  bar  so  there  is  literally  zero  chance  of  me  scamming  anyone  out  of  anything.  i'm  a  really  bad  liar,  like  …  the  type  that  laughs  when  they  try."  didn't  really  fit  into  city  life  but  lylah  just  accepted  it,  she  was  an  honest  person.  "oh  you  mean  maintenance  as  in  fixing  the  heating  system  that  bangs  every  single  night  at  about  4am?  if  so  i  fully  approve  of  the  maintenance  being  carried  out."  she  thought  his  home  was  a  tad  on  the  bigger  side  for  someone  living  alone,  but  once  again  it  was  none  of  her  business.  following  his  lead  she  took  off  her  boots  and  gently  pushed  them  against  the  wall.  "yeah  it's  super  quiet  out  here  …  haunted  heating  system  aside  obviously.  i  can  see  why  people  would  want  to  spend  some  time  out  here."  lylah  wasn't  used  to  the  slower  pace  of  life,  the  way  everyone  knew  each  other  and  even  their  coffee  orders.  it  took  some  gettin

[dismaltouch]

heather  didn't  question  most  of  marnie's  decisions  anymore,  she  figured  it  wasn't  worth  the  headaches  she  often  got  from  trying  to  understand  the  way  the  girl's  mind  worked.  she  doubted  her  girlfriend  would  ever  come  to  realize  just  how  hypocritical  she  could  truly  be  at  times.  heather  often  found  herself  wondering  if  marnie  was  even  capable  of  feeling  things  like  guilt  or  remorse.  she  noticed  the  way  the  girl  could  justify  her  own  actions  but  believe  another  person  was  in  the  wrong  for  doing  the  very  same  thing.  that  was  where  the  headaches  stemmed  from  mostly.  she  didn't  think  she'd  ever  be  capable  of  deciphering  marnie's  mind,  so  she'd  given  up  on  trying.  there  were  so  many  other  things  she  could  spend  her  time  questioning  instead.  she  figured  marnie  wouldn't  really  be  able  to  give  her  an  impartial  opinion  on  the  funeral.  she'd  killed  the  girl  after  all,  and  she  knew  that  her  girlfriend  didn't  have  any  regrets  about  the  murder  either.  the  girl  offered  her  very  little  help  and  she  should've  expected  as  much.  after  all,  why  would  marnie  ever  encourage  her  to  go  to  the  funeral  of  a  girl  she'd  killed  because  she  deemed  her  an  issue  to  their  relationship?  heather  huffed,  index  finger  and  thumb  pinching  at  the  bridge  of  her  nose.  she  wouldn't  be  feeling  the  way  she  currently  was  if  she'd  never  stumbled  on  the  crime  scene  in  the  first  place.  she  would've  preferred  being  blissfully  unaware  that  marnie  was  the  one  who  ended  the  girl's  life.  "it'd  be  great  if  i  could  just  tell  my  head  to  not  feel  guilty,"  she  muttered  sarcastically.  after  all,  she  felt  like  the  girl  was  technically  dead  because  of  whatever  obsession  she  seemed  to  have  with  her.  she  still  didn't  know  how  she  drew  the  attention  of  the  unstable  people  out  there,  but  she  doubted  she'd  get  a  clear  answer  from  marnie  and  she  wasn't  about  to  sign  someone  else's  death  certificate.  "at  this  point,  i'm  convinced  that  whatever  decision  i  make  is  still  going  to  leave  me  feeling  like  shit  at  the  end  of  the  day."

she  always  had  a  solid  reason  when  she  resorted  to  getting  rid  of  someone.  marnie  wasn't  stupid,  despite  what  people  might  think  about  her.  she  wasn't.  if  she  was  a  braindead  idiot  she'd  be  locked  up  long  ago,  rotting  in  some  cell  beside  another  woman  who  didn't  know  the  meaning  of  personal  hygiene.  killing  that  girl  had  been  for  the  both  of  them.  it  wasn't  the  most  planned  out  thing  she  had  ever  done  but  it  had  worked,  there  were  no  more  annoying  looks  thrown  toward  heather  at  local  bars  or  flirty  smiles  —  marnie  had  fixed  all  that.  for  them.  but  if  heather  felt  some  weird  sense  of  guilt  over  the  whole  thing  there  wasn't  a  lot  marnie  could  do  to  ease  that  aside  from  tell  her  that  it  wasn't  her  fault,  she  hadn't  killed  her  and  she  sadly  had  no  part  in  any  of  it.  personally,  marnie  would  not  be  caught  dead  attending  that  funeral,  seeing  pathetic  people  sob  over  a  girl  who  was  so  fucking  annoying  and  pathetic.  it  was  best  for  the  brunette  to  stay  away,  sit  and  watch  something  funny  or  mysterious  on  netflix  instead.  maybe  order  some  food?  seemed  like  a  good  idea.  "if  that's  what  you  want  to  do  i'm  not  gonna  stop  you.  i  just  don't  think  you  should  feel  guilty  or  think  going  to  it  is  going  to  magically  stop  you  feeling  what  you're  feeling  ...  it  might  just  make  you  feel  worse  in  the  end  baby."  heather  was  impacted  by  the  people  around  her,  if  those  friends  of  hers  started  crying  and  weeping  for  the  girl  in  the  ground  heather  could  find  herself  doing  the  same.  she  hated  funerals,  even  when  they  were  for  people  she  cared  about.  they  were  so  morbid  and  depressing,  when  she  died  marnie  didn't  want  people  to  sob  over  her,  getting  snot  on  her  coffin  and  tarnishing  her  memory.  

[dismaltouch]

"what can i say? i like women who can boss me around. it's kinda hot. i'm just a simple man with desires. can you blame me?" he wasn't at all embarrassed by what and who he was into. he wouldn't apologize for it, either. their personalities were quite different, kieran knew that much. he was a relatively laid back guy, someone people could count on to crack a joke in tense situations. meena was much more serious than him, but it didn't bother him. "beside the sink instead of in it? some people are so unbelievable."

"and yet it seems to be exactly your type", she countered while throwing a knowing look in his direction. meena wasn't known for her warmth and happiness, that much was known by everyone she eve remotely knew personally. she was too stressed to be happy go lucky all the time. "one literally left their bowl and spoon beside the sink, beside it. what the fuck is up with that?"