[ Things are so much better when it's mutual, isn't it, Ivy? He smiles now; crooked, boyish. ]
You would.
[ And then, fuck being passive, fuck letting her take him. He moves for her, because there's no way the writing isn't on the wall now. He reaches out, to brush fingers through her hair, draw her closer, kiss her of his own volition. ]
Spam
You would.
[ And then, fuck being passive, fuck letting her take him. He moves for her, because there's no way the writing isn't on the wall now. He reaches out, to brush fingers through her hair, draw her closer, kiss her of his own volition. ]