stop. 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 . . that’s stupid. okay just walk up to her and then just put the moves on her. simple. ”
but if it were so simple, why was his pulse hammering on the inside of his wrist? never had any of his hookups constricted his chest in such a way.
“ sup ” was decided on subconsciously
a glance back to the party would reveal john b chatting up a tourist and pipe well occupied by surrounding group of guys from the cut that worked in figure eight.
“ operation grand theft auto. ” was mumbled more to himself before a promise to meet her at the van in ten. disappearing back into
beeline towards the van came to a halt just out of earshot from where she stood. tongue swiped between lips, hands shaken out in preparation.
“ okay jj be cool just—” rehearsed aloud to himself. “hey kie. no. too casual. how about —-kie you know i’ve waited my whole life for you to.. no.
the crowd, a plea made to john b in the name of wing manning to hand over the keys.
her subtle invitation was met with a much more blatant reaction from himself, unable to conceal the cogs turning in the back of his mind as he dramatically craned neck back and forth between her and the twinkie twice over.
“ oh you mean , like right now? ”
when he finally bit the bullet and rejoined her at the twinkie. stumbling over the keys in his grasp he couldn’t seem to work the lock that was otherwise habit to him.
“ kie before anything happens, i just. am i reading things right here? like. do you really want to do this? ”
