@blondcambition ''Betty!'' Juggy's /embarrassed/, pressing a palm to his pale features to hold onto some semblance of composure while the blonde raises --
@blondcambition -- Dad, or something as thoughtful as this. It sounds bizarre, really; yearning for the familiar warmth of someone you love. He's never --
@blondcambition ''Oh.'' Juggy's smile lingers, but somewhere deep within it's like another hard hit to the gut. He would've killed for a hug from his --
@blondcambition -- notch hotter by the time his partner in crime rolls over, and uses Betty's precious clasp as a lure until he's drawing her into his --
@blondcambition -- away the cold. He's never experienced the likes of this in his life; it's even a little confusing. It was working, though. He feels a --
@blondcambition ''What are you doing?'' There's a hint of humour to Juggy's tone and he curves an amused smile while Betty gathers his hands to steal --
@blondcambition "Sure you did, Bets." Juggy grins while she swipes at the worn denim of his jeans and slings an arm around Betty's shoulders to reel her --
@blondcambition Juggy grins when Betty claps that dainty palm over his mouth; it was brazen of him but worth it for a reaction like this. In a pathetic --