#Lyla Lydia Knowles -- Convo.

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@wakingdrcams continued from [x]

Chance encounters seemed ages ago; meeting simply because of the bond she had with his sister, but that obsessive desire to have him never once faded. Lydia was also a friend though &&. she knew better than to step on toes as well, keeping her head on her shoulders &&. any needs to herself. Lyla stuck with work &&. very disappointing one night stands to keep those urges in check, but he always wormed his way back under her skin one way or another.

Alexis' mention of her brother does make that bit of worry spike up, but it's guised as simple acceptance to help her best friend out. She told her she would check in &&. update once she knew what was going on. &&. it took some well timed maneuvering to get inside unseen. Though she is starting to kind of regret it -- Wes was a mess.

He tastes like cheap alcohol &&. cigarettes &&. desperation &&. she aches for him -- wanting nothing more than to follow that demanding touch against her. To allow herself to sit on his lap &&. let this all play out - probably not for the better - but she has to pull back. She can't do that to Lydia or Alexis. Soft, delicate fingers rest lightly against the line of his jaw, smothering the urge to lean back in &&. forget about the taste of alcohol on his lips, but she can't. Not like this.

At least, not this night that is. Slender arms come up to cross over the strap of her chest holster, turning to watch him as he attempts to leave. "You taste like cheap alcohol again tomorrow, Wesley, don't expect a kiss back."