they are undeniably mine, which is precisely what makes this so deeply exhausting. i am staring at five perfect mirrors of my own flawless dna using their formidable telepathy to unionize against me for italian leather.
the touch at her waist drew her in easily, arms lifting to settle loosely around his neck instead. her eyes flicked down toward his mouth for the briefest second, smile deepening like she'd caught herself entertaining a thought. +
a hand finds it's way to emma's waist, giving her the smallest tug closer, more so encouragement than anything else. "we both know i've surpassed my 'one bad outfit' a long time ago, em'."
that grin earned a slow, almost indulgent roll of her eyes, though the faint curve tugging at the corner of her mouth ruined most of the effect. ‘ you're still one disappointing outfit away from losing your privileges. ’