That made two of them, because he truly did also have better things to do with his life than to find some shitty hookup.
“Shephe—“ Before he could get out his lover’s name, those lips crashed down onto his own and caused a literal whimper to escape him.
Seperated too long—+
Those lips curled in displeasure when that hand gripped onto his wrist, a hand that could so easily bring him to his knees if he wanted to, or create complete chaos.
“I’ve had other responsibilities.” He argues, not backing down. “Yet, I come home every night regardless.”
Despite the facade that he wore right now, Lukas knew what was beneath that surface . . . something that was utterly just reserved for him.
“Which— means you avoid me?” He questioned again, his frown deepens. “You never have before when stock comes in.”
A loud sigh escaped him when the man didn’t answer, hating how much he held on to his damn pride tighter than anything else.
“Shep.” He murmured, a frown appearing in his face now. “Why are you avoidin’ me?”
It was far too easy, but they always played this game with one another, and it was his favourite.
“Why are you lyin’?” He asks again, easing his hold on that chin.
That grumble makes his eyes narrow, his hand coming up to grip at the biker’s chin to connect their gazes.
“Do we lie now?” He hisses, tightening his hold.
I can have money and be able to read someone quickly.
If you have a personality, good. I’m glad. That’s what I’m after. Biceps and a personality are a winning combination
That’s funny coming from someone who doesn’t even know me.
Although, I didn’t grow up as some rich kid with access to unlimited funds so maybe I’m wrong . . .
Far from.
You’re good at looking good.
You just also need a personality. Some stories to tell at parties to people once you’ve already dazzled them with your biceps.
Or do they usually fold at just that?