Track 2 | adam & paisley
Her eyes widened at the energy of his voice, smile still on her face as she gave a small giggle to herself. Raising both hands, she bit her lip once more, nodding sincerely. Paisley’s hands still remained in the pockets of her jeans as she entered the room, taking in all of the ‘manly’ smells. “Thanks.”
The door shuts behind him, leaving the two awkwardly in the room. By themselves. While he’s shirtless. As if suddenly remembering, he makes a grab for the nearest shirt, pulling it over his head quickly and trying not to look as disheveled as he felt. “So, uh...what brings you by?” Not that he was complaining.











