(It gets better i promise-) "C'mon, chap! We've not got time to waste." Damien groaned dramatically, looking up to see Wil in front of him, hands on his waist. "Wil, dear, as much as I love you, we can get caught doing this. I'd rather not ruin my rep, thanks." Damien instantly regretted his own snobbiness as he watched Wil's face become devoid of any happiness. "Oh." "...Wil, Im sor-" "No! Your right," Wil smiled, forced, and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets.- AnonAuthor (1/?)
“Your reputation could be in tatters from this, my apologies.” Damien rubbed his neck, nervous. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to say ‘fuck it’s and go with Wil, but his rep- ‘No. No. This isn’t fair.’ Damien thought, bitterly. I want to go with him. I want to be able to love him. Who cared what the public thought? Damien did. He cared a lot. But, with Wil in front of him, dejected, Damien thought that he would be able to not give a shit about his rep or the public,-AnonAuthor (2/?)
But, with Wil in front of him, dejected, Damien thought that he would be able to not give a shit about his rep or the public, just for the night. Just for the night. Grabbing Wil’s arm, drawing a surprised look from the other man, Damien started walking to the club, looking back at his lover, a grin on his face. “Fuck my reputation.”- AnonAuthor (3/3)
Amazing, ten out of ten. Have all my kudos, likes, etc. A thing of true beauty. I love,,, u
