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Ruby's green eyes shot open wide as she felt Jason's hand on top of hers, and she froze for a few seconds, swallowing thickly when he turned her face his way. The redhead hesitated, the warmth to her hand rather comforting. "I'm sorry," She whispered. "I-" She pressed her lips together tightly, and searched for his eyes in the moonlight. Her mind was too far off, and she desired to push herself over the edge so much more there than the realisation of what she was doing. So, the girl continued her slow and circular movements, eyes still on the male beside her as she rubbed. Another small moan, fingertips pushing the fabric of her shorts aside to meet her wet folds pushing against her panties.

OPEN | y/m and Ruby are sharing the smallest tent on a camping (they can be friends, exes, stepfam, you name it)

One thing Ruby knew was that the other usually was fast asleep. She herself was a light sleeper and always needed to read until her eyes were sore enough to drift off to sleep. This time was no other. However, Ruby was getting completely lost into one of her smutty books, the steamy scenes she read out playing in her mind, and she couldn't help the burning ache that formed between her thighs. Peeking over to the one laying behind her, their eyes shut and - as far as she could tell - asleep, Ruby silently put her book away and turned off her light. Nothing but the moonlight reflected to her freckled cheeks as she turned on her back, eyes fluttering shut and fingertips slipping underneath her sheets to meet her damp core that was only separated by the fabric of her panties and the pajama shorts she wore. Soft sighs escaped her lips, relief washing over her small body as she started to rub her clothed clit gently, slowly.

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grumpy, careless ex-convict who's on parole doing community work at a ranch x curious daughter who lives / works there

It had been a few hours since he arrived on the ranch, unpacked and got put to work. Abigail had heard him talk with her parents about it all: what work he would be doing, where to find the bathroom, kitchen and where his guestroom was. Next to hers.

She was kind of nervous to have him around. There wasn't much information about him or what he had been sentenced for, and her parents hadn't asked either. One thing was sure; she was pretty clearly told to keep a distance from him.

The dark blonde had just been cleaning out the empty horse stables, preparing new food. With the horses out, it always gave her the perfect time to herself. Especially to enjoy a secret cigarette or two. She didn't expect their new guest, who apparently found out about her spot to be there aswell. Abby jumped back upon seeing him, cigarette moving behind her as she blew out some smoke through her nose. "Fuck," Abby mumbled underneath her breath, very quietly and ever to secretive dropping the cigarette and putting the heel of her cowboy heel on it. Her white summer dress blew in the afternoon's wind. "I'm sorry - you scared me, I didn't know anyone else was here." The dark blonde closed the door of the stables and let her eyes wander along their face for a moment. They were smoking, too. "You're - you're kinda not allowed to smoke around here. It's not good for the animals."

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OPEN | y/m and Ruby are sharing the smallest tent on a camping (they can be friends, exes, stepfam, you name it)

One thing Ruby knew was that the other usually was fast asleep. She herself was a light sleeper and always needed to read until her eyes were sore enough to drift off to sleep. This time was no other. However, Ruby was getting completely lost into one of her smutty books, the steamy scenes she read out playing in her mind, and she couldn't help the burning ache that formed between her thighs. Peeking over to the one laying behind her, their eyes shut and - as far as she could tell - asleep, Ruby silently put her book away and turned off her light. Nothing but the moonlight reflected to her freckled cheeks as she turned on her back, eyes fluttering shut and fingertips slipping underneath her sheets to meet her damp core that was only separated by the fabric of her panties and the pajama shorts she wore. Soft sighs escaped her lips, relief washing over her small body as she started to rub her clothed clit gently, slowly.

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OPEN | to darker, filthy, taboo & crime settings. y/m could be a criminal, they could have an age gap, they could become potential stepsiblings, work for each other, stockholm syndrome, manipilation, ANYTHING.

Eden's friends usually whored themselves into any kinds of parties in odd places, desperate to run from their picture picture lives, so she wasn't surprised ending up in some shady basement of whatever guy her friends met. A little grossed out by the smell hanging there, a mixture of alcohol, weed, and different male fragrances, Eden sat in one of the sagging sofas. Dressed up like pretty little dolls, the rich girls were most definitely out of their usual habitat, Eden uncomfortably sipping from her fourth beer. At least the alchohol was helping her calm her nerves. Not like she was shy or quiet, but Eden didn't know what to talk with them about. She doubted they knew about fine dining or French haute couture. A new face had ever so casually flopped down in the empty spot next to her, a quarter of a fun looking pill between their fingers. Eden could only raise her brows, her stereotypical half-smirk filling her features while her eyes sparkled with innocence. The kind of look that had men drop to her knees for her and made women want to be like her.

"You haven't even told me your name yet you're willing to drug me." The words came out low and soft, a hint of teasing laying underneath. She had no reason to trust the other - but then again, the night was only lasting this long because Eden wasn't allowing herself to have fun and let go. So she parted her plump lips, tongue only darting out a little bit. "What is it? And what's your name?"

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Abigail was shaking her head slowly and she took a step closer to Brody, cupping his face between her small hands. "Brody, look at me," She could still see the fire raging through his eyes, and she wasn't going to let go until he was fully cooled down. "Breathe," The dark blonde mumbled, hands carefully moving away from his face again. "And don't be an ass to me, okay? I didn't ask you to play hero tonight. I didn't even know you'd be here, too." They were at a house party of a mutual friend, of course the exes risked bumping into each other. "Just - don't okay? Mind your own business." They were a few days from going on a holiday to some sunny island with their friend group. Now, Abigail didn't want things to be awkward between them but somehow they found their way back to each other every time. Clearly hurt, she didn't want to start a fight with Brody, either. "I'm going home." It was a thirty minute walk. Maybe she'd walk, maybe she'd call an Uber. But she had no time for party now.

"Hey, hey!" Abigail had moved herself between the males, arms reaching out sideways to keep them each apart. Al though there were two people part of the problem, she was mainly focusing on Brody, keeping her eyes on him as her voice lowered, hand slowly coming to rest to his shoulder. "Enough, okay? It's okay." The dark blonde turned to face the other male only briefly. "We're done, get the fuck out of here." Abby mumbled, attention turning to Brody who had stood up for her in a heated fight with her boyfriend after seeing him make out with another girl. "You really didn't have to do that, I was handling myself perfectly fine."

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Her blue eyes were pierced on the window in front of them, jaw tensing at the way he teased and taunted her like that. The nerve he had to press her up against the kitchen counter like that, make her watch over the garden as she was very aware of him growing hard against her. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips met her skin, sighing in pleasure as she felt him to her jawline. "Fuck you," She muttered under her breath. She didn't usually ask - but he made her lose it so easily. Weak, she was. But only for him. Eden arched her back and she pushed herself harder back against him, eyes focusing once more on the garden. Her hands gripped the kitchen counter tighter as he continued to speak to her. That fucking voice of his. "Everywhere," She mumbled desperately, her entire body stiff in desire. Lower parts of her body were a burning hot, aching and throbbing to be touched by him. "I'm so wet for you," Eden breathed out. "Feel it - I want to feel you inside of me. Your fingers, first.." first. As if she was giving him permission to exchange them for anything else. Pathetic.

he's   amused,   her   words,   were   stubborn   and   yet   her   reactions   screamed   otherwise,   body   bowed   and   pressed   against   him.   "   that's   why   you're   going   to   keep   watch,   princess.   you're   going   to   tell   me   if   anyone   even   makes   a   glance   at   us.   "   he   taunted   in   her   ear.   he   knew   how   much   trouble   he'd   find   himself   in,   getting   caught   fucking   his   niece   in   his   brothers   kitchen.   well,   nearly   fucking   her.   they   hadn't   made   it   that   far.   but   he   had   her   right   where   he   wanted   her.   pliant   and   wanton   in   his   hands.   "   i   thought   you   didn't   ask,   baby   girl.   "   those   were   her   words,   stubborn   and   brat   like,   and   yet   here   she   was.   a   desperate   lilt   to   her   tone   as   she   asked   for   him   to   touch   her,   pleaded   for   it   really.   "   you're   so   pretty   like   this.   "   it's   mumbled   into   the   juncture   of   her   jaw,   teeth   sharp   against   soft   skin.   "   who   knew   you'd   give   in   so   easily   ?   "   it's   rhetorical,   he   doesn't   care   for   whatever   answer   she   could   give,   not   when   his   own   reaction   to   it   all   was   pressed   against   the   swell   of   her   ass,   no   doubt   the   imprint   of   his   zipper   would   be   left   behind.   "   where   do   you   want   me   to   touch   you,   princess.   cause   as   far   as   i'm   aware,   i   am   currently   touching   you.   "   he'd   make   her   beg   for   it   yet.

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Eyes rolled with a playful smile and the blonde let her fingertips trail up to the back of his head. "Nah, I'm perfectly fine keeping myself occupied with that smutty, new book I bought." She teased, shrugging casually to keep her little act up. "But now you're back, I suppose I could take a break from reading, give you a bit of attention." She softly stroked through his dark locks. "Did you work hard enough today to earn some attention, hm?" Cue the tiny giggle.

he   lets   her   tug   him   closer,   something   he   would   have   been   easily   able   to   hold   off,   but   he   lets   her,   with   a   soft   smile.   "   certainly   did,   my   sweet.   "   he   grins.   "   but   we   know   that's   normal,   the   question   is,   did   you   miss   me   ?   "

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Eden's cheeks colored a light shade of pink at his compliments and she moved her hands from her chest, chuckling lightly. "You're a charmer, aren't you?' The blonde tilted her head aside, eyes moving down his broad chest. "Well," She started as she shrugged slowly and her fingertips reached out to his hands. "I did ignore rules in your house." Eden mumbled. "I think it's only fair if I let you touch me, right?" With that, she moved his hands to her shoulders, stepping in a little more to let go of his hands again, giving him permission to let his hands wander.

Alastair watched her closely as she examines his room once they’d arrived. “This way no one will bother us, because they know what will happen if they do.” The male continued watching in awe of her removing the dress. Seeing er standing there in lingerie and won’t such a perfect figure, Al walked closer to her. “And looks like I was right..your more stunning then the rest of the girls wandering downstairs..” he added feeling himself growing rather aroused by the half naked Eden. “I suppose..but we could always go further..” gently kicking the discarded dress aside to the corner of the room. A flirtatious chuckle left Al as he me Eden’s gaze. “Right now I want to let my hands wander all over you.”

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Lips parted as he stood up and positioned himself in front of her, and Sophia swore she could feel her heartbeat speed up once his hands moved to her thighs. Her mouth went dry, tongue moving past her lower lip before she pressed them tightly together. The blonde nodded in understanding. Anything for her family. He was an extremely handsome man anyways; Sophia wondered what it was like to be with an older male- but she hadn't ever expected this. Back arched as his hands crawled higher up her thighs, and she shifted from one ass cheek to another to pull the dress she wore up to her waist. Eventually, she pulled it over her head and put the fabric in her lap, to reveal her petite yet curved body to him. Nothing but white, laced lingerie was covering her body now. "I understand." Sophia said, fingertips playing with the fabric of her dress she wore. "Whenever and wherever," She repeated with a short nod, a short and breathy laugh coming from her nervously. "I'll be available for you." She didn't know if that meant going home with him eventually. But she would figure something out to cover up with her friends and family. "What is it you want to do with me, first?' She hoped that he liked her body enough, liked her enough. And she was willing to give him her very best to make sure her family would recover.

Roman knew she hadn’t thought his through and wasn’t going to give her the chance. With Sophia now perched on his desk, Roman stood up as his hands found their way to her thighs. “You start now..” the male commented. “By loosing this..” he gestured to what she was currently wearing. “Sophia, your new job is to be available to me whenever and wherever I like. “ Roman explained hands wandering further up her thighs. “I will do anything I want to you and in return you’ll be paid more then you could working a shift here.”

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Let's get one thing straight: Liana didn't need a guy to pay for her drinks. She came from a wealthy family known for their exclusive vineyards in the south of Spain. Money was never the issue for her. Men, however, were. She loved the game: feeling wanted, being peppered with compliments, sex that lasted til the first morning sun and continued right after. The less they knew about Liana, the better. Like that, she was able to be her bratty, spoiled self. But deep down? She was just eager to meet someone who was willing to look past that, or her money - or her pretty face. Silly, as she was particularly fond of bad men who treated her like shit. It was always easier in the end, though. No strings attached. But she was convinced that men like that weren't around in the places she decided to come. Which is probably why throwing herself right into Tripp's arms would be a piece of cake. That's what she thought, though. But as her teasing and flirting continued; he seemed different.

Liana cared for her looks. She loved to wear pretty makeup, wear designer clothes, curl her hair and get her nails done. This night was no different. She wore a black midi dress that fit her like a glove, high heels underneath. One hand was resting on the foot of her glass of wine as the other tapped the back of her phone, eyes never leaving the blonde beside her. "Pretty boys like you care for a wine and dine? Goodness, do you still really exist?' The dark blonde smirked softly, taking a small sip of her white wine before tilting her head and watching him. "You're such a softie, aren't you? Taking girls out for diner, treat them well - I bet your such a good boy. What's the catch, hm? What's your deepest, darkest secret I have yet to unravel?' She teased him, her smile only showing that she was messing with him a little. Fingertips moved from her phone to his bicep, letting her hand trail up his shoulder to give him a short squeeze. His compliments made her entire body warm up, her freshly manicured nails stroking up and through his blonde locks shortly, but long enough to catch his stare for a good few seconds. "You're so fucking cute," and unlike other times, she meant what she said to the guy. "You're probably the most handsome man stepping foot in this place, you shouldn't be shy. You could have any girl in this bar." Liana didn't know what made her soften now, but she didn't come across guys like him often. He seemed genuine and that was refreshing. "So unless you want me to wing for you and find you another girl - I'd be very happy to know more about what wines you'd be serving me, at what restaurant and what time you'll be picking me up."

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bitches like her were everything wrong with society. she spent hours caking on her makeup by the looks of it just to go out and scam decent, hard working guys into paying for her drinks. it was honestly taking every ounce of restraint and then some extra for tripp to not slam her head into the bar counter right now. he was struggling to keep smiling at whatever vapid noise was spewing out of her mouth. fucking hell, would this foid ever shut up?

"y'know, you don't gotta keep barkin' up my tree. i already told ya, i'm more of a wine 'n dine sorta guy. i'm happy to buy your drinks, but i'd rather take you on a date than take you home with me..." he muttered to her as he leaned in close, keeping up his practiced charm as best he could. she was lucky she had a hot body, otherwise this level of effort wouldn't be worth it. "...but ma'am, you're trouble aren'tcha? you flirtin' like this is gonna get me actin' up. we should stop while we're ahead..."

she was tripp's type to a t, the type of bitch who wouldn't have given him the time of day a few years ago before he started looksmaxxing. now that he was a high-value man, the self-cleaning fleshlights couldn't keep their hands off him. he's pulled this play plenty of times before and was determined to close with this foid too, but it was a delicate game. stuck up bitches like her got pissy when dudes treated them like the whores they were. tripp just had to be patient and keep saying the same "nice guy" bullshit until he could fuck her down a peg or two. "honestly, you're so beautiful i'd be happy sittin' here talkin' to you all night. i swear, i've never met anyone like you. here you are lookin' ... well, lookin' like you do and all i can think about is how fuckin' lucky i feel to have you choosin' me. i'm usually too shy to chat up women in bars."

based on this. tripp met y/m at a bar and is playing the coy, southern gentleman well. it's a mask because he never grew out of the incel mindset even after his glow up, so he fully intends on sleeping with y/m as a twisted humiliation ritual for no other reason than she's pretty and he's projecting his issues with women onto her. crude language, degradation, humiliation, dub-con, violent sex (optional: painal?), misogyny, sudden personality flip

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Ester Expósito as Carla Rosón Élite Short Stories: Carla Samuel 1.03 “Part 3”

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"I don't see the fun in sharing the truth when I can leave your mind wandering, imagining just how wet I might or might not be." Lorna said with a small shrug, smirking softly when he slipped in beside her. She turned a little towards him, brows lifting and her smirk only growing at his words. "But I thought you preferred naughty girls?" She innocently said, eyes rolling with a smirk as she parted her legs just a little for him. "Feel all you want, big boy - I'd just be so sad to disappoint you." Her hand moved up to rest to his bicep, giving him a soft squeeze. To be truly honest - she didn't know that she was so wet under their teasing. She was to find out by his reaction, she supposed. "Tell me though, what are you going to do if you find out I'm lying? I'd like to be a little prepared." She leaned in, close enough to have her breath ghost over his skin but at a distance appropriate enough for their public display.

"You know I can tell when you're lying right," Alistir shot back with a smirk as he finished licking off the ice cream on his spoon. "An invitation huh?" He responds with a surprised expression, raising his eyebrows before looking around the room. Sure it was a public space but they had enough privacy where they were seated. "Now what kind of gentleman would I be to turn down an offer like that." He sighs before sliding out of his side of the booth and slipping in next to Lorna. When his hand moves under the table he stop as he feels her legs pressed together. "Ah, ah, ah, be a good girl now and open up those legs for me sweetheart. Or are you worried about what I'm gonna do if I find out you are lying?"

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She realised that, when he smiled, it had been the first time that she had actually seen him smile. And she enjoyed it very much. Too much, probably, because her eyes were lingering on his face for a few too many seconds. To contain her bright smile, Sophia pressed her plump lips together and listened to his advice. "Disappointed?" She raised her brows with a soft chuckle. "You're not my coach, remember? It's totally okay if you go easy on me - instead of torturing me like you do with those boys." Her eyes watched him come closer, and she lowered her gaze to follow his fingertips over her hips and thighs. Her cheeks colored a slight shade of pink, and she was sucking in her stomach, holding her breath at the touch. He was just helping her, guiding her. With a few nods, she stretched further and further, clearing her throat when he stepped away and finally releasing the breath she was holding. "You pick me up when I fall down again, right?" She flashed him a smile before she skated back further on the ice, controlling her breathing and focusing fully again to gather enough energy and speed to continue a short part of her choreography. A few quick strides, a turn, another few longer and faster strides - and the jump that succeeded. After coming down, she let out a loud, excited squeal of joy. In her enthusiasm, she was skating quite a lot faster than usually, so when she skated back to Calvin she was able to stop just in time, her hands clutching to his shirt to keep her stable as she stopped herself so instantly. The giant smile was still on her face and she shook her head several times. "How was that?" She was still a little out of breath from the adrenaline. "Think you have an extra thirty minutes tomorrow morning for me? I'll get you a coffee, you give me some tips?'by then she realised she was still holding onto him, slowly releasing her grip on him and creating some distance.

"Of course you don't because it's about looking graceful and effortless. Yet speed is what helps make the spins look so magical rather than timid." Calvin shrugged remembering some of the advice he would hear from his time hanging around the rink. When they were standing on the ice again he found himself forced to really look at her. For a moment he was too captivated by her beauty to think through his advice. In general looking at women was something he rarely did. Calvin preferred to torture himself over the heartbreak loss of his first and only serious love, a real victim. Then when she touched his arm it seemed to break him out of a trance. "Not judging but a bit disappointed," he smiled before following her to the rink's edge. As he walked her through the stretch he moved his hand over her hips and thighs explaining the importance of stretching such muscles. That was the only thing that stopped him from thinking about wanting to touch her other places. When he felt satisfied he stepped back nodding his head. "Now try it again and remember just a touch more speed on it will make a huge difference."

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Camille wasn't really used to men like Joshua. She had a pretty face that usually helped her getting everything she wanted. This one didn't seem to fall for her tricks and it was exhausting. Constantly arguing, discussing - and losing every single time. Not that it made her behave more, on the contrary: it only made her do more, fight him more. The girl's mouth opened but only a soft hiccup left her throat. And by the time she did want to speak up, he was making his way to the people.

Eyes narrowed and she moved up to him, hands coming to rest on her hips and she exhaled loudly. "You're really listening to him?" Brows shot up as the crowd started leaving the place one by one and she scoffed, head shaking several times. "Fucking pathetic. Like he could handle all of you." By now she was just mumbling in a quiet, empty living room, the drunken talks of people outside slowly but surely fading in the dark, leaving Joshua and Camille alone. With a soft sigh, she turned to look over at Joshua, groaning at the warmth of nausea that rushed through her small body. "How do you sleep at night? You don't let people have fun. You know," hiccup "You make me sick." Of course it was him and not the ungodly amount of mixed drinks she downed in under a few hours. Pointing fingers rubbed her temples and she closed her eyes, only raising up a hand to him as if to excuse herself, and she rushed through the backdoors to vomit in the grass.

Plenty can be said about Camille, but her resilience is second to none. Joshua wears the same crooked smile even as she doubles down on the decision to host a party without her parents in town. "Do you hear yourself right now? Or are you too far gone after however many drinks you've had tonight?" His jaw clenches with each tap of her finger against his chest, but her next comment manages to break through his mirrored annoyance. "Simple. I already said that if you won't do it, I will." He may not get paid nearly enough to deal with her, but a job is a job, and he's come too far. "Yeah, yeah. Lucky for me it's your parents who sign my check. Not you. Complain to them," he says, shaking his head at her empty threats.

"No, I don't think you are, but even if you tried, I think I like my chances. You can try after I clear all of these people out, so--" As he steps back, his amused smile remains. All the while, Josh powers off the speaker and stands at the front of the room to announce himself.

"Thank you for coming everyone! Sadly, we're calling things a little short. So unless you'd like to be escorted out, I'd suggest heading out now!" Not even the chorus of groans he is met with is enough to dim his tight smile as he looks back at Camille.

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Abigail purposely let him alone with her father. He was having such a big mouth, intending on him liking Chase, that she just let him do his thing and she'd be able to enjoy the show. She was helping her mother with cutting a few last things for the salads, the both of them enhancing glances to their men, smirking like crazy.

The thing with her father was that he was very protective over Abby. With a very valid reason, though. Abigail was smart, she knew very well what she wanted in life- and boys knew. She had been bullied for so long, taken advantage off for her goodness. He just wanted the best for her. Chase was the first guy she introduced to her parents. She would tell him that later, maybe, but for now he did not need to know. It didn't matter anyways.

Her father glanced from Chase to the barbecue and shook his head slowly. "I'm good, thanks." He was chuckling at the words between him and Abigail and he raised his brows, nodding a time impressed. "With a build like that, I'm not surprised that you play. What position are you on?" He asked. "And flaws, huh? What might those be? I hope none I should be worried about when it comes to Abby." His words were soft but sincere, eyes shifting to Chase. It wasn't a warning. "Do you really like her, Chase?" He could see it, though. From Abby. It radiated off her. "Does she make you happy?"a little test, perhaps.

Abigail slowly shook his head at his words about his previous relationship. "You never deserved to get hurt like that." The dark blonde said softy - and she meant that. She made a mental note to ask more about the entire previous relationship later, wanting him to be able to get anything off his heart. Besides that, she had shared already so much with him, she wanted him to trust her too. The girl reached out for his hand, even if they just moved to the stairs. He was true; she couldn't get her hands off him anyways. "If he ends up loving you, I might aswell get down on my knee for you right away," She started with a chuckle. "Then there's no discussions, you'll have to be my husband." She shrugged casually and smirked when they moved downstairs.

Jan, her father, didn't bother looking up from the barbecue and the meat his was grilling until Abigail called out for him to introduce Chase. He looked over his shoulder, unbothered at first but then grinning at the size of Chase. Her father was a tall man himself. "Godverdomme, Abby-" he started. Even though her parents moved abroad in their teenage years, the male still preferred to cuss in Dutch. It was an impressive cuss, though. "You're one tall young man, Chase. Nice to meet you. I'm Jan." He cleaned a hand to his leather apron before reaching one out to Chase. Abby only raised her brows with a grin, nudging Chase's side with her elbow. "Can you believe I pulled the best sports man?" She was just trying to get the conversation going a little bit before sitting down in their backyard.

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It was a little amusing that, even though he did whatever he wanted and wore whatever he felt comfortable in - he still wanted to make sure she was comfortable walking beside him. "Oh yeah, because I'll most definitely put you back on the first plane in economy class if you show up in ripped jeans." She kept her tone low and steady, flashing him a serious look that lasted for a few seconds until a smile curled on her lips again. "I'm kidding, silly." The blonde held her phone between her hands and tapped the back of the phone case, considering his offer. "No, it's okay. Not coming home might put me into more trouble than I'm already in. But I did have fun, and the food was good." Sophia nodded slowly, watching as he pulled on his shirt again. "Next time, I promise I'll wash off the mess I made on you." She gestured to a few tattoos she colored in, unable to let her mind wander at her own words for a moment. Lips pressed together and she shrugged again, smiling a little brighter. "Okay, if you don't mind. it's probably safer if you drive me home anyways.." She glanced outside, only to see it started to rain outside, glancing back over to Liam. "I judged you for the place you live in, you might aswell return the favor."

"I'm giving the people what they want to see, duh," Sophia said with a small smile but she shrugged slowly, innocently. "And your little drawings - they're growing on me." She would've crossed the road if they crossed paths on a sidewalk before, but he made her trust her in some short of insane way she never felt before. No judgements, nothing. "Don't you worry, I'm fine with whatever you wear, seriously. You don't have to change any of you, coming along. Only the show - but I got you on that. Promise." She reassured. Another squeal of excitement left her when he told her finally to come along. "Lovely, thank you." Now, Sophia didn't know why exactly she thanked him. Maybe because she didn't want to go alone, but mainly because she knew he would love it too.

"I never thought I would say this, but I like it here. Going home hadn't cross my mind until you just said so." The blonde moved her hands from his cheeks only to see that it was already midnight. "Goodness," She mumbled. "I can go home with an Uber, then you can just get some sleep.' She shrugged slowly, moving off him to pull on her pants again. Quite sad, actually, for having to go.

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I am SO SLOW on mobile????????? anyways im still on vacay, hoping you're all doing great. MISSING YALL ♡