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“I can feel your hands on my ass, Zeke. You’re gonna leave skeleton hand prints!” @ezekialharris

#h: zeke #zeke

knox-williams:

“That’s not fair. If I came pantsless I’d be arrested for some kind of indecency.”

“I’d be subject to the same thing if I showed up shirtless, so that street goes both ways, honey.”

#h: knox #knox

nolan-klena:

“Pretty sure they said pants were a requirement of this thing, but it’s not my party to throw you out” @presley-whitman

“This is the first time you’ve ever wanted a girl to put her pants on, isn’t it?”

#h: nolan #nolan

knox-williams:

“It was gettin’ hot in here! Y’all can run around in bathing suits but I have to keep my hat on?”

“Don’t be mad because I was smart enough to come here pantsless, Williams.”

#h: knox #knox

knox-williams:

“I am dressed up!” he defended, picking up the cowboy hat from the table and setting it on his head as if it would result in some magical transformation. “I even broke out my party boots,” he added, gesturing to the worn in cowboy boots hidden mostly by his jeans.

“Oh, come on! That doesn’t count!” Presley argued with a laugh. “You’ve gotta wear the hat at all times for it to be a costume.”

#h: knox #knox

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They had been in bed for maybe half an hour. Zeke’s eyes were closed, but she was laying there wide awake. She considered kicking him under the covers, waking him from his sleep and acting as if he’d woken them both up, but figured a sweeter approach would be best. Her fingertips traced over his eyebrows and down his nose before she leaned in to kiss him. “Zeke. Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, Zeke,” she mumbled against his lips, letting her fingers trace along his jaw. “Are you awake?” @ezekialharris

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TEXT: Nora + Pres

Nora: Thanks for your support, I'll write you into my memoirs.

Pres: I'll I've ever hoped for, honestly.

#text: nora #nora

mason-kellum:

“John Kuhn, one of the grittiest guys in football.”

“I like Erik Lorig better. He’s prettier.”

#c1: mason #mason

brennan-winters:

“My face is too pretty to damage, stop that. I don’t know how. No fuck off, prove it, do it.”

“Is not. Because you’re a failure. You fuck off. I don’t have to.”

#c1: brennan #brennan

zach-gilroy:

“Got a little bit of everything. My liquor cabinet knows no bounds,” he shrugged, his head dipping backward to face her. “What rumors are you hearing, Whitman?” He asked, willingly let her examine him. “You think the face is good, wait until you see the dick.”

“Make me something you’d think I’d like,” she challenged with a smile. “Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t heard yourself. Don’t worry. They haven’t changed my opinion of you too much.” Her eyes widened at his bluntness. “Well, drop your pants and lets see what we’re working with.”