“YOU, if my memory serves correctly. i won’t hold it against you, though.” another step brings them infinitely closer, their torsos not even a foot apart as josh’s hand moves to her jaw. “your tastes have definitely improved.” the hand at his hip is noted - it spreads an enigmatic mix of fire and ice through his nerves. emily is, has been, always will be a MYSTERY to him. “oh, now that’s just not fair! you only win because you’re so damn good at getting me to break a poker face.” tan thumb brushes across smooth skin below. “and they call ME the schemer.”
❛ i’d stick ONE HUNDRED AND ONE pickaxes in his cheating forehead if it was legal. ❜ lips purse, bare feet stepping forward until her plush chest pressed against his bare one. ❛ is that so, mr. washington? my taste in men might not be great sometimes but my taste in lingerie has improved. ❜ it feels odd to say the least, bringing up MIKE in such an intimate moment. eyes close, lashes fluttering against olive skin. ❛ oh! so i’m a schemer! coming from you, that is such a high compliment. ❜
