(I can see lol, also I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)
Lillian groaned, "Ughhhhhhhhhh, you're going to win aren't you? You little shit."
(I’m depresso espresso so expect my characters to be little shits for a week)
“Ha. Probably going to win, yeah,”
"Thanks. Don't mind him, he's just a salty Italian." She giggled, poking Ryan in the ribs.
Ryan squealed, He was rather ticklish but shh. “Hey!”
“Italian huh? Did you know that you’re in the wrong country?”
"He's the one who picked France! Ask him not me!" She threw her hands up in defense.
Fleur quietly approached him and sat down beside him. She rubbed his arm comfortingly. "Who's that?" she asked. Her voice was light and gentle.
(Oh that seems fine with me.)
"Yeah…." Lillian sighed.
Fleur quietly approached him and sat down beside him. She rubbed his arm comfortingly. "Who's that?" she asked. Her voice was light and gentle.
He turned the picture so she could see it better. “It’s her and I,” He didn’t even want to say her name right now but the black hair and familiar green eyes made it glaringly obvious who it was.
(Oh that seems fine with me.)
"Yeah…." Lillian sighed.
( 👍)
“What is this strategy of yours? It doesn’t make sense,”
"I'm not telling you," Lillian stuck her tongue out at him.
Ryan squealed, He was rather ticklish but shh. “Hey!”
“Italian huh? Did you know that you’re in the wrong country?”"He's the one who picked France! Ask him not me!" She threw her hands up in defense.
“We’re visiting my nonne in Italy later this week I just imagined she might prefer to be in Paris first,”
"I'm not telling you," Lillian stuck her tongue out at him.
“Do you even have one?”
"Well, Paris is the city of love. And we both know you have an incessant need to he cliche."
Lillian thought for a second before sticking her tongue out again, "Not. Telling."
"Well, Paris is the city of love. And we both know you have an incessant need to he cliche."
“Don’t tell all my secrets,”
Lillian thought for a second before sticking her tongue out again, "Not. Telling."
Darren sighed. “5 bucks says she doesn’t have one,” he teased.
"Hey! I do to have one!" Lillian said crossing her arms turning away from him. She glanced back for a second sticking her tongue out once more.
"Well, Paris is the city of love. And we both know you have an incessant need to he cliche."
“Don’t tell all my secrets,”
"Make me!" She challenged.
"Hey! I do to have one!" Lillian said crossing her arms turning away from him. She glanced back for a second sticking her tongue out once more.
Darren quirked an eyebrow, “What’s did I say about that tongue,”
"I don't remember," Lillian said her tongue still out, take the bait.
His eyes darted between her mouth and her eyes helplessly, he sighed and kissed her, catching her tongue in his teeth.
"Well, Paris is the city of love. And we both know you have an incessant need to he cliche."
“Don’t tell all my secrets,”
"Make me!" She challenged.
The driver laughed again, "All right you two, here you are. The tower. Have fun in Paris,"
Lillian made a small noise of satisfaction. She felt her tongue slip deeper into his mouth.
Lillian made a small noise of satisfaction. She felt her tongue slip deeper into his mouth.
Darren shivered. This isn’t checkers. This isn’t checkers. Someone’s easily turned on. Checkers!
Lillian just wanted proof that it wasn't just her mother, someone did love her truly. Darren gave her that, but now she didn't want to stop kissing him.
"Well, Paris is the city of love. And we both know you have an incessant need to he cliche."
“Don’t tell all my secrets,”
"Make me!" She challenged.
The driver laughed again, "All right you two, here you are. The tower. Have fun in Paris,"
"I'll try to! Thanks again!" She climbed out the wind pushing her hair behind her.
Lillian just wanted proof that it wasn't just her mother, someone did love her truly. Darren gave her that, but now she didn't want to stop kissing him.
I mean screw it, we all know method man would have won anyway. He knocked the game board to the ground when he crawled on top of her.
He would have, and Lillian had no complaints. She crept her hands around his back and one snuck his way deep into his hair.