tinkerinks's Literatures

"Bri.. Uh I'm not.. Are you like.. Wearing.. Uhm.." He ran a hand through his hair and finally managed to hang his keys. "Are you wearing anything under that?"

"Eric is going to kill us when he sees what you did to the couch.."

"I'll make it up to him."

‘I heard you call me hot.’

The shade of blue that flashed across his face was exactly what she'd hoped for as he fumbled to respond.

‘I did not call you hot.’

I’m.. I’m still alive then? I’m going to make it?”

“No, you’re quite dead. That’s no reason not to go on living though, is it?”