find him particularly attractive, more so that she didnβt think about it. didnβt dare to, not when so much of her life was pure competition.
βmaybe itβs because iβm pretty and nice?β she teases as she nudges her hip to his, pressing the elevator button before he can.
on the small divot in his back.
βi donβt know. lately, iβve felt entirely unremarkable,β a shake of her head as she glanced up to him. unfortunately, ivy was unaware of someone hitting on her β just assumed that this was friendship as itβs finest. not that she didnβt . . .
βthat feels like too much pressure,β ivy breathes out as her voice trembles for a moment. the familiar weight of his arm around her shoulders a comfort, tilting her head up at him. without remarking too much on it, she slid her arm around his midsection. hand resting . . .
β you have my permission to decorate it. β rolling his eyes, locking the door behind them as they stepped outsideββraised eyebrows at her comment. as if he wasnβt obvious enough with his intentions towards ivy. if it was only up to +
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βyouβre buying me a drink?β she gasps in faux shock, clutching her chest, βwhat did i ever do to deserve this?β
teasing, but still curious, as she waits for him just outside the threshold.
she noticed the way he tensed just slightly, shoulders raised, jaw clenching. she let it go without a second thought, gaze drifting around the familiar apartment instead. not that sheβd ever had time enough, sober, to spend in here to really notice the decor β or lack . . .
with a shrug at the questionββgabriel decides to ignore it. the hospital wasnβt fun at all. never. especially with a paediatrician residency. so .. it was a noβtalk. theyβll find thousands of other conversations.
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βyou really live in a male apartment, huh?β she remarks, mostly to herself, but aloud. attention shifting once he stood and slung the hat over his curls. a smile tugging onto her lips as she stepped aside, then through the open door as he held it for her. . .