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jackson’s jaw tensed at the quiet thank you, the words landing harder than he expected. stability. it meant something to her. more than just a ride, more than just showing up. but when she repeated back his words - you were seeing someone? - he caught the shift in her tone, the subtle edge of it. her eyes were searching his face, and he didn’t look away. “yeah,” he said, simple. honest. “wasn’t serious. just… trying, i guess.” he shrugged one shoulder. “don't worry, you're still my favorite girl.” when their arms brushed, he didn’t move away. didn’t flinch. the contact grounded him more than he’d admit. her voice was softer now, more open than he’d heard it in a while.

he turned slightly, angling toward her like the shift might make it easier to say what was next. “you don’t have to rush it,” he said, voice low. “being okay, i mean.” he glanced down at her cup, then back up at her face. “you went through hell. it’s okay if it takes time to climb out.” his hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach for her but he hesitated. a part of him was worried that touching her would somehow bring up the kiss they shared the night he pulled her away from that party, how they'd never talked about it. “i'm sorry i was kinda hard on you back then. i just..hated seeing you being treated like that.”

jackson chuckled when she nudged him. it was the first time in weeks he’d heard her sound like that, almost like herself again. “you’re right. carter’s probably crawling with diseases,” he muttered, a small grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. but when she thanked him, really thanked him, his smile faltered. “you don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly, finally turning his head to look at her. “you called. i came. that’s it.” but it wasn’t just it. he didn’t say how fast he’d driven. how his heart dropped when he saw her standing there, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to disappear.

“been working a lot,” he said, easing into the conversation she was trying to start. “my mom was in town for awhile. nothing too exciting.” his voice dropped slightly, like he was saying something he hadn’t told anyone else. “was seeing someone for a while.” he paused, letting the words settle. “she was nice. it just… wasn’t what i wanted.” he could still feel the weight of valerie’s call in his chest. the way everything else had felt less real after that night. he glanced at her, eyes searching hers for a moment before softening. “what about you?” his voice gentler now. “you okay?” he didn’t mean right now. not just tonight. he meant after it all. after him. after axel. all of it.

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closed starter for @cherrysugcr, featuring holden and diana

"you should go before he wakes up." holden didn’t look at her when he said it. he didn’t need to. he could hear her breathing behind him, soft and steady, like none of this meant anything. like she could fuck him in secret and still smile on red carpets with that guy on her arm. he took a slow drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill the silence between them. the city below was still asleep, but here, on her balcony, wearing nothing but yesterday’s sins, holden was wide awake. “you know he’s not stupid,” he added, flicking ash into a glass tray already full. “he’s gonna figure it out eventually. hell, maybe he already has.”

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closed starter for @cherrysugcr, featuring lana and tyler.

the mixer was already whirring when lana walked in, tying her apron with a practiced flick of her wrist. the morning rush hadn’t started yet, but she could feel it coming - the calm before the sugar-coated storm. “you’re really going to try and beat my raspberry danishes again?” she asked, leaning casually against the counter beside him, the corner of her mouth tugging into a grin. “bold move, considering last time mrs. patel said yours were ‘a little dense’ - her words, not mine.”

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jackson chuckled when she nudged him. it was the first time in weeks he’d heard her sound like that, almost like herself again. “you’re right. carter’s probably crawling with diseases,” he muttered, a small grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. but when she thanked him, really thanked him, his smile faltered. “you don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly, finally turning his head to look at her. “you called. i came. that’s it.” but it wasn’t just it. he didn’t say how fast he’d driven. how his heart dropped when he saw her standing there, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to disappear.

“been working a lot,” he said, easing into the conversation she was trying to start. “my mom was in town for awhile. nothing too exciting.” his voice dropped slightly, like he was saying something he hadn’t told anyone else. “was seeing someone for a while.” he paused, letting the words settle. “she was nice. it just… wasn’t what i wanted.” he could still feel the weight of valerie’s call in his chest. the way everything else had felt less real after that night. he glanced at her, eyes searching hers for a moment before softening. “what about you?” his voice gentler now. “you okay?” he didn’t mean right now. not just tonight. he meant after it all. after him. after axel. all of it.

"i'm fine... sorry." it felt like most of the words she spoke to him lately were apologies. "you can look tough... it's all gone. it was the right thing to do. i should have done it the night i called you." she turned to look at him, her eyebrows scrunched together. "you don't suck at jokes." the air around them was tense, chewing on her bottom lip for a few moments. "i don't want my brother's weird germs anyway." she teased, reaching out to nudge him softly, a small giggle escaping her lips. "i don't even know why i was keeping them. not many of them were nice... or like loving or anything."

"hey... i haven't really said it but thanks for coming when i called. i don't know why i thought to call you and you didn't have to come but you did and thanks." she rambled for a few moments before taking a few big drinks from her cup. she moved to stand next to him, leaning against the railing as well. "so uh.... what have you been up to?" trying to make conversation to clear the awkward air between them.

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madison didn’t move right away, lips parted from the kiss, breath catching somewhere between stunned and craving more. her heart was pounding like it was trying to make up for every beat she’d ignored around him before tonight. that kiss had landed deeper than she expected. not just lust, but intention. it was the kind of kiss that made it hard to pretend this was casual. she blinked up at him, fingers still curled in his shirt like she hadn’t realized she was holding on. “okay,” she murmured, a little breathless, her lips ghosting a smile. “that was better. that’s what i wanted.” her hand slipped up the nape of his neck, brushing through his hair as her tone lowered. “you keep saying things like that, orson. asking what you can do for me.” her nails dragged lightly along his scalp, slow and teasing. “feels dangerously close to you being nice. should i be worried?” but the smile faded just a little, replaced by something softer. her thumb grazed his collarbone as she leaned in, close enough that her lips brushed his when she spoke. “or maybe i should just shut up and let you keep going.”

With consideration to how far this crossed the line from their professional relationship to personal Orson thought Madison wouldn't want to waste any time. Yet when she spoke about how she was hoping for he felt himself freeze, lifting his head to meet her gaze. He didn't want her forgiveness though. What he wanted was to give her anything she wanted. So without saying anything he untangled himself from her body to lift himself up so they were face to face again. A hand reaching to cup the back of her head to keep her still as he leaned in kissing her hard on the mouth. All of unleashing the feeling he had felt tied up in his body throughout the day. Not caring about how things might be different between them after this or if they would even mention it. Immediately the taste of her kiss made him groan in delight as his free hand clutched the couch to keep himself upright. After a few moments he slowly pulled back meeting her gaze. "What else can I do for you Mads," he whispered his hand moving to lightly up her cheek his thumb slowly moving over her jaw.

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ethan hums low in his throat, focused, his fingers weaving carefully through her hair. “okay, first of all,” he murmurs, “dead frog or not, i stand by my could-have-been promposal. very niche. very edgy. you’d have remembered it forever.” there’s a faint tug as he continues, surprisingly gentle. “and second… i’m afraid of plenty. still water. dentures. clowns. my sister when she’s hangry. cassie once made me swear a blood oath never to touch her fries again. so trust me, i know the weight of real consequences.” he pauses, then adds softer, “she’s actually the reason i know how to do this. we used to sit on the couch after school, and she’d make me braid her hair while she watched cartoons. said i had ‘decent enough hands for it.’” his fingers slow, brushing lightly near the nape of her neck. he doesn’t say anything for a second, just lets the closeness settle - warm, quiet, almost careful. “you’re tense,” he says finally, low enough that it feels like something meant just for her. “i’m not gonna mess this up. or you. you can relax.”

“i’m not sure if a dead frog is the most romantic of proposals, but i suppose it’s the thought that counts most in the end. it would still be more effort than any of the other guys put in when they tried dasking.” while sad to admit, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise to hear. jackie’s track record back then wasn’t exactly stellar, tending to date the type of guys who cared more about the status she gave them rather than who she was as a person. hell, her actual prom date ditched her an hour in so he could try sneaking alcohol into the punch bowls with his buddies. priorities, right? “i’m not gonna yell at you,” she says with a roll of the eyes, though the tension in her shoulders remains. how her hair ends up looking in the end doesn’t matter, but having ethan this close — putting faith in him not to try anything violent or untoward while her guard is down — does admittedly set her the slightest bit on edge. understandably so, she would argue. “i would say you might suffer some consequences at the very least, but you don’t seem to be afraid of much so that might not work out for me.”

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jackson stared down at the phone she’d handed him, the screen still lit. he didn’t even check it. didn’t need to. she’d actually done it. and then she was gone - out of the circle, out the door, like she couldn’t get away fast enough. he waited a few seconds, just long enough not to make it obvious, then stood up, slipping her phone into his back pocket like it didn’t mean more than it should. like he wasn’t carrying pieces of her around again.

outside, the air hit cooler, quieter. he spotted her by the drink table, her back to him, fingers tightening around her cup like maybe it was the only thing keeping her upright. “hey...didn’t mean to make it a whole thing back there. just…” he let out a breathy, self-deprecating laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “guess i still suck at jokes.” he held out her phone. “didn’t look,” he added, quieter this time. “didn’t need to.” and then he leaned back against the railing, staring out at the yard like the tension between them wasn’t a living thing. “you didn’t have to do it, you know. could’ve chugged carter’s drink and called it a night.”

i've been telling her to do that! carter all but shouted. "shut up carter." valerie spat, her cheeks deepening in color. "delete everything?" it wasn't like there were countless romantic texts, the last messages full of the vitriol that mimicked what she had heard face to face. she pulled out her phone, scrolling through some of the messages. her leg bounced nervously once more. she didn't have as good as a poker face as jackson did. but she sucked in one more deep breath before she clicked to delete his contact and soon after the messages. "th-there." she stuttered out before she took once more deep breath. "all gone. do you want to see for proof?" she stuck her phone out to him, as if that would make a difference.

her eyes then scanned the group, trying to think of who to ask next. she turned to one of the other girls in the circle. "truth or dare." she said, a fake smile spreading across her lips. once the girl had picked dare. "i dare you to whisper a secret to the person on your right." she shrugged before she stood up, before grabbing her empty cup and walking to get herself a new drink. she didn't care that jackson still had her phone, she just needed air. "fuck." she muttered to herself before she began to fill her cup.

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madison let out a slow exhale, her head tipping back against the couch as his mouth dragged along the inside of her thigh. she was supposed to be the one in control - the unshakeable assistant, the one who rolled her eyes at his dramatics and kept her hands to herself. but this? this was unraveling something in her she hadn’t realized she’d been holding onto for months. she swallowed, lashes lowering as her legs settled over his shoulders like they belonged there. god, what was she doing? letting her boss - her orson - kiss his way up her thighs like it was nothing? like it hadn’t taken them years to toe this line and five minutes to burn it down? “you really don’t waste time,” she breathed, her voice uneven now, the teasing starting to give way to something breathier, hungrier. her hand slid into his hair again, anchoring there, the tug more possessive this time. “should’ve known you’d be like this.” still, her mouth curved as she looked down at him, gaze flickering with heat. “for the record,” she murmured, “i was kind of hoping you’d kiss me first. like, really kiss me.” her thumb brushed behind his ear, gentle despite the pounding in her chest. “but i guess i can forgive you.”

The way she kept dragging this out was killing him. Even the simply way her fingers moved along his jaw made him weak. All he needed was an answer, yes or no. So he could do what was required to squash down these feelings or explore them to see what could come of it between them. At the question of him messaging some other woman he simply shook his head no trusting himself to speak at the moment. Then rolling his eyes as she kept talking putting off answering his very direct question. Finally she started replying and as she kept talking his smirk got wider before nodding his head in return. "Then let's find out, I can certainly do that for you." He grinned leaning in daring to kiss her quickly before moving down onto the floor so he could position himself properly. With his hands moving under her legs he lifted them onto his shoulders as he started lightly kissing at the insides of her thighs. Obviously he needed to initiate a little foreplay to make sure she was wet or this wouldn't be enjoyable for either of them.

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lana made a show of hugging the paper bag tighter, eyes glinting with teasing warmth as she stepped closer. “wouldn’t you like to know,” she said, voice light even as her gaze lingered on him a moment too long. she came to sit on the edge of the bed - carefully, like she’d done it before, back when things were simpler. “let’s just say it involves brown sugar, cinnamon, and a very inappropriate amount of butter. all the essential food groups for someone trying to act invincible.” her fingers brushed the edge of his blanket as she set the bag down, almost like she might reach for him - might close the distance - but stopped just short. “your sister didn’t have to call me, you know,” she added, quieter now. “i would’ve come anyway.”

"she told you i cried a little?!" a long sigh left his lips, fighting off the smallest grin that threatened to show on his lips. he wasn't unhappy she was there. in fact, it was the opposite .... but kian didn't like to show that he needed help whatsoever. showing weakness was his biggest fear, so having a cast and being in pain was that fear coming to head when lana walked in. "what's in the bag?" he questioned, trying his best to avoid further conversation about his injury.

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“a cold blow job?” he repeated, eyes wide. “luna, what the hell - you can’t just say things like that in a haunted house. you're gonna summon something freaky." her hand on his back earned a sideways glance, a flicker of something warm beneath the sarcasm, but he kept the grin on. “cruel and pervy. honestly, i respect the commitment from beyond the grave.” the emf crackled again, louder this time. adam straightened up, eyes shifting toward the hallway ahead. “okay, that sounded way too close. either the ghost’s trying to defend its honor… or it’s leading us somewhere. you ready to follow our horny critic into the unknown?”

"What are you going to charge a ghost? A cold blow job?" Luna laughed at her own joke as she looked at him. She continued to follow his direction. Though, her eyes were moving around in the location they were standing in. Once hearing the EMF meter go off again, and hearing his words, another laugh escaped. Her free hand moved to pat Adam on the back. "How cruel of the dead, huh?"

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scarlett nods slowly, her eyes scanning seren’s face like it might crack and reveal what she’s really thinking. she should be happy for me, right? that’s what scarlett tells herself. over and over. sean’s great - kind, steady, someone her parents would actually approve of for once. it makes sense. so why does her stomach twist like she’s said something unforgivable? “i get it,” she says quietly, trying to manage a smile. “i probably should’ve told you sooner. i just…” i didn’t want this to feel weird. i didn’t want you to look at me like that. “…i didn’t want to mess this up - us. you and me. i still don't.”

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seren wants to laugh because she knows sean from the pub is actually fifty eight. she knows this because he complained no one celebrated his fifty seventh birthday so on the next one, seren was sure to show up to the bar with a cake and a shitty balloon. "wow." it's the only thing she can manage to get to leave her lips as she realizes the other was serious. are you mad? serendipity couldn't say that she was. honestly, she wasn't sure what she was feeling. but she's shaking her head no as she looks over her best friends face. "just . . . shocked, i guess."

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olivia didn’t pick up the second shot right away. her fingers just hovered near the glass, like maybe touching it meant accepting it. meant agreeing with him. “to a life better spent apart,” she repeated, the words tasting like ash. her mouth tugged into a half-smile. “god, that sounds like something my mother would say. right after reminding me she never liked you much.” she said it like a joke, but it wasn’t. not really. her gaze drifted to him finally, and there was no venom there. just something quieter. wearier. “we could toast to surviving each other,” she offered. “barely, but... we did. you didn’t kill me. i didn’t kill you. that’s got to count for something, right?” she reached for the shot glass then, finally. “or we could just skip the toast. pretend it’s just another night in the same kitchen we stopped talking in.”

olivia painting the picture of the last stroke of the broken masterpiece that had been their marriage left a bittersweet taste that no amount of alcohol could chase away. and no nameless woman that he had brought to his bed in recent weeks could make him forget that he had somehow fucked up the best, and only, good thing that had ever happened in his life. "now we no longer have to pretend, hm?" the misery seeped from his pores. and it ought to be a familiar feeling for as long as he had lived with it. but with olivia, it had been different. with her, he had gotten a taste of true happiness. only to waste it away. "not exactly something that i can be proud of, but dragging it out would have only made us all the more miserable." though he felt decidedly worse than he had before. he could only hope this would free olivia and make her happy. he poured each of them a new shot. "i don't even know what we should toast to, at this point. to a life better spent apart, i suppose?"

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“ouch. fair, though.” ethan rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. “i guess i didn’t really have a game plan for actual feelings back then. ‘hook up and move on’ was easier when it didn’t matter.” a pause, and then quieter: “you did, though.” he glances at her, and for a second it’s obvious. he means it. she mattered. but then, in classic ethan fashion, he tries to shake it off with a crooked grin. “anyway, hindsight’s 20/20, right? would’ve saved me a lot of wondering if i’d just, i don’t know, said something. or asked you to prom with a dead frog in a shoebox...would you have said yes, though?” then, he shifts behind her a little, hands hovering like he’s prepping for something serious. “alright. you said i couldn’t do much harm, so don’t yell at me when you walk out of here looking like you lost a bet.” his fingers find her hair again, surprisingly gentle as he starts separating it into uneven sections. then, almost to himself, he adds, “can’t promise it’ll look good, but i’ll give it my best shot. kinda feels like high stakes now.”

“uh huh, if you say so. i just figured if that were true, you would’ve done something about it at the time. wasn’t it usually your thing to sleep around and then move onto the next? i don’t remember you shooting your shot with me, unless i was just too distracted by our poor frog friend to notice.” then again, she hadn’t made a move on her part either, so she’d be quite the hypocrite if she tried to judge him for such a thing. she doesn’t understand all the logistics behind it, but it’s so much easier to hook-up with someone you have zero romantic interest in than a legitimate crush. case in point with how the simple act of ethan brushing back her hair makes jackie’s heart race more than an intimate touch from any of her previous trysts. if she didn’t know any better, she might think he was the one with the seducing powers here. “um. i mean, i don’t mind if you wanted to try… trust me, i’ve looked a lot worse. how much harm could you really do?”

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madison didn’t speak right away. her fingers lingered at his jaw, thumb grazing the sharp line of his cheek like she was trying to read him through touch alone. what he’d said, about thinking of her all night, about wanting to hurt the guy if he’d done anything wrong, made her chest warm in a way she hadn’t expected. “you really didn’t message her?” she asked softly, mostly to herself. like she still couldn’t decide if she was flattered or about to spiral. “that’s... surprising. and kind of stupid. i mean, she was probably nice.” but her mouth curved again, and the teasing slid back in before the silence could get too serious. “not that i’m complaining. i just didn’t realize you’d gone full reckless tonight. risking a scandal and ignoring a sure thing.” her gaze flicked to his. “all for your assistant who spent the night listening to some guy talk about his ex.” madison let herself lean into the couch a little more, like she was relaxing just enough. her knee nudged his ribs as she tilted her head. “you want to know what i want?” she asked, tone airy, but her eyes didn’t move from his. “i want to stop thinking for five minutes. just five. no emails. no idiot men. no job titles.” then, slowly, “and maybe, maybe, i want to find out if your mouth lives up to all that ego.”

"You of all people should know I don't care much about creating a scandal. If I was going to be scandalous though I should call my publicist, I just fired her though. Temporarily." Orson smirked giving her a wink as he moved closer. "You can tell me stop. I won't get mad or upset about it. Just tell me you aren't interested." He whispered as he was hovering so close waiting for her to tell him what was going to happen next. Whether he was going to indulge in this desire with her or be forced to back off remain a professional boundary. At this point in his career Orson still felt untouchable enough to do whatever he wanted not caring about how people would react. Whether it be his fans or the trash tabloids or the internet, he wanted to do whatever he wanted without care of what those beyond his inner circle thought. When she brought up some other woman he laughed shaking his head. "I never reached out to her tonight, too busy thinking about how your date was going and how I was ready to kill a man if he hurt you. What are doing Mads," he whispered his hands on either side of her gripping the couch to keep some distance between their bodies. "I know what I want but I won't do it unless you want it too."

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“dare, huh?” he said, his voice light. but she should’ve known by now that was just how he covered shit up. jokes were armor. smirks were shields. his gaze flicked toward her, just long enough to sting. “alright then. delete axel’s number.” he didn’t raise his voice. didn’t make a show of it. he sounded like he was tossing out something harmless. “and the messages, too. gotta go all in.” a couple people let out small laughs, unsure if he was serious. he just gave a shrug, lips quirking up in a mock grin. “unless you’ve already done that. in which case, i don't know… chug carter’s drink or something.”

but beneath the surface, jackson felt his pulse pounding in his ears. he still remembered the night she called him - out of nowhere - asking him to come pick her up from axel’s. no details. just, “please.” he remembered how fast he’d driven, not caring about anything but getting to her. the way she looked standing outside that apartment, like she’d been chewed up and spit out. like she’d finally realized what he already knew. that axel never deserved her. he just tilted his head and looked at her, all calm and unbothered. like he hadn’t been thinking about her every goddamn day since.

valerie's face turned red when jackson spoke. her mind drifted back to their kiss, wondering if he was referring to that. she broke her gaze first. unable to stop herself from biting down on her bottom lip. but her eyes snapped back to him once he said her name. it had been so long since she had heard him say it. the weeks she spent keeping herself away from him hurt more than she could have ever expected. she hadn't expected him to come and get her the night she broke up with axel, but he had been the only one she wanted to see.

her cheeks warming with a blush once more. she wasn't even close to being ready to admit anything to jackson, even though she knew he wouldn't dare to have anything too intense. but she couldn't help but sit in silence for a few moments, trying to decide what to do. "uh... dare." she paused. "yeah dare...." her eyes were locked with his as she waited for him to to give her the dare.

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ethan watches her for a moment, the edge of a smile tugging at his mouth. then he shifts closer, letting his knee brush against hers, deliberate this time. the distance between them feels thinner than before. “you say that like it’s hard to believe,” he says quietly, lifting a hand before he can second-guess it. his fingers drift through a piece of her hair, slow and careful, like he’s not sure she’ll let him but can’t help trying. “but i did have a thing for you. ever since that frog murder.” a pause. “you held him like you were sorry about it. that messed me up a little. like, damn, she feels things?” his thumb brushes a strand back, his voice softer now. “it was kinda cute, kinda sweet actually” there’s a moment- his touch still light, not meant to take, just to stay - and for a short while, he lets the quiet settle. he doesn’t want to say how many times he’s thought about her since then, how even now she’s both exactly the same and nothing like he remembered. then he pulls back slightly, flashing a crooked grin. another pause, then lighter: “anyway. you sure you want me braiding this? might leave you with a bird’s nest and some serious regrets.”

“yeah maybe, but believe it or not, it isn’t always as fun as it sounds. sometimes it feels more like a chore than anything else.” sex is something that’s supposed to be enjoyed and for the most part, jackie excels at that, but the instances in which she seeks it out purely due to necessity rather than desire are increasing daily. while there’s no shortage of men who are willing to throw themselves at her, there are few she would ever bother giving the time of day if she hadn’t changed. it’s nothing more than a means to an end. “ha… come on, ethan. do you really expect me to believe that ripped prince charming had a crush on me? i’m already letting you live, there’s no need to flatter me.” it’s also a little embarrassing considering how she used to feel. for god's sake, the yearbook she has stashed away somewhere still has pathetic doodles scrawled inside that prove exactly how lovestruck of a teenager she had been. “shit, that’s a shame... if you want my advice, you might wanna brush up on your skills in case you ever get invited to another sleepover in the future. from what i remember, the makeovers were a pretty big part of them.”

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madison blinked once, slow, like she was giving herself a second to process. not because she was shocked, but because his honesty deserved at least that. then she exhaled a quiet laugh, the kind that curled at the edges. “wow,” she said, settling a little deeper into the couch, like she was getting comfortable for whatever was about to happen next. “you know, i’m pretty sure this qualifies as an abuse of power.” her leg shifted under his hand, not pulling away, just enough to let him know she’d noticed it, and wasn’t exactly protesting. “you’re my boss,” she continued, tone faux-casual, lips curving. “also, a celebrity. pretty sure there’s a whole scandal waiting to happen here. assistant seduced by her emotionally repressed, vaguely tortured boss? tabloids would eat it up.” she let her head tilt, nails absently brushing her thigh as she watched him. “i take it the blonde girl didn’t reply?”

"Not being weird, Orson shrugged not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Just as he was starting to lean in more he felt her hand in her hair. It's something she's done before but this time something about it felt more intimate, more sensual. Right away it was like his brain fried and he couldn't properly think. Without thinking he was taking it as a sign that she knew what he wanted and silently was giving him permission to act on it. Then when she dropped her hand he felt his eyes widen in dismay. And considering he wasn't able to properly think he wasn't able to stop himself from saying the exact thing that was one his mind. "I want to eat you out. Make you forget about that shitty guy who couldn't see how lucky he was to be on a date with you. I don't know if I'm jealous or just the idea of you seeing someone else makes me realize I want you myself." He continues as his hand reached to slowly move up her calf. "But I need you to tell me right now if I should keep going or back off. Either way I won't hold it against you I just need to know."