i lied. mโgood at that. [ the gentle brush, accompanied with her look, is enough to encourage him to press a kiss upon her lips. itโs not gentle โโ johnny silverhand was anything but. but it does, however, quell any question of โโ
thought you said i wasnโt your type. โ v raises her chin, just enough for their lips to brush against one another. but thereโs hesitation, as if she were about to make a terrible decision. ๏ฟฌ
โฑ expect a small revamp here of my layout/pinned/etc soon! iโll also eventually get up to uploading an au where johnny separates from v i swear im just lazy LMAO
โโ lips, tongue flicking out to wet his own, as if it could make a difference to phantom skin. ]
thought yaโ knew you were my girl. use that brain of yours, v.
me. [ the answer sounds so obvious, with how it drips from his lips. his expression doesnโt soften, but shades slip down so their gaze truly meets, and v can see that he means it, as his eyes are soft. his own orbs flick to her โโ
โ a flutter in her chest, a quickening in her heart rate, an increase in her breathing .. optics fall upon the lips of a digital ghost, staring. โ who said i was yours? ๏ฟฌ