not sure what you mean by that . he treats me perfectly fine . and it wouldn't really be your business either way .
don't you have , like , barnacles to scrape off our yacht or something .ᐣ
closing the back door behind her as quietly as possible , wincing as it shuts with a small 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 . she's stealthily creeping back inside her extravagant home after staying out 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 past curfew .
" rafe———𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 . " she scolds when he starts carelessly raising his voice above the chatter . hers remains hushed and spoken through gritted teeth . eyes flicker to the bottle in his hand , tempted to make a move . " you're making a
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a layer of gloss coats baby blues. they don’t drift from his sister, indifferent to the audience they risk garnering. gearing up to make a scene——pushed up on unsteady elbows, voice heightened from the drink, “what, you keeping »
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" a mess , evidently . " she shifts the shades back over her eyes , shaking her head before standing . taking a cautious glance around at the rest of their mingling friends , bass thumping obnoxiously through the speaker system .
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her masculine mirror, matching pair slid down the ridge of a sun—kissed nose. unmoving from his sprawl. eyes narrow over the rim, grip loose on bottle seven. slurring, “fuck are you looking at?”
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