just take the compliment, damn.
it’s like your brain can’t handle being nice for more than a second. you’re wired to be a bitchy rich kid.
( eye roll, kissing quickly turning into more, other’s skin being sucked on. )
i smell expensive.
that “ chick ” scent is custom cologne that costs more than your entire wardrobe, probably.
( leans in anyway, fingers curling into seven’s shirt, tugging him closer. )
preston watched ryder with a mix of secondhand embarrassment and reluctant amusement as the blonde chugged half the wine and tore into the lobster tail with his bare hands like a complete animal.
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Ryder gave a light chuckle after swallowing what he had left in his mouth .
" Please , he’d grow to like me . plus , I’m going to be famous someday — I’m a sick ass DJ ! "
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he took a slow sip of wine, eyes lingering on ryder with a mix of amusement and reluctant fondness.
“ you’re lucky i don’t mind the red flags … at least a little. ”
preston just sat there, chin resting on his hand as he watched Ryder eat like some feral, naive child who had never seen real food before.
the way he grabbed everything with bare hands and piled his plate
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One would wonder if these two could ever make things work . Ryder wasn’t made for this kind of life and he feels as if Preston wasn’t made for his . . too much chaos for a pretty boy .
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