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Melody: might have been all talk when she said anything about her husband finding her in a compromising position. Nimble fingers practically being chewed to nubs she tried finding ways to calm her nerves. She hadn't been this nervous since the first time they had ever even had sex. Things were supposed to be easier now. She was his wife, yet still planning a wedding with her mom and her mother in law. She was supposed to be fine with coming to Aaron about something on her mind. Still she knew that Aaron was the worrier between them. Stress about what she wanted to talk to him about had already started seeping through. Perhaps it was his stress about being financially stable enough for a family that had planted the seed of thought in her mind.
Hearing Aaron's keys in the lock she felt another flock of butterflies tickle her stomach. Even with her nerves starting again she stood up and smiled. "Hi, honey." Still clothed it probably was a shock that she wasn't in their bedroom. Going over and pulling him in for a kiss she tried taking a bit of the stress from the work day off with her lips. "Welcome home." It still felt odd saying that. Home, the "engagement ring" on her finger, small things like knowing that she had promised to love him for the rest of her life. "How was your day?" Usual questions she would have asked had they not been sexting mere half hour before. "So... before we get started," she teased by biting her lip and going towards a button on his shirt. "I wanted to talk to you about something." Distracting him she continued with his buttons. "Something important."
Friends, Lovers or nothing || Rarlie
Raquel: There would be no oscars given out for Raquel's performance. There was no way she could hide how she was feeling. No amount of anything could bring a smile to the girl's face. The best she could do was fake a smile and hold it together. With Charlie in front of her she focused on the few drinks she had to get. She didn't give them time to talk as she held her head high and attended to the few patrons. How could she tell him that she was hurting when she had no right to want him? Going towards the back of the bar she began to aimlessly clean glasses. Even if her mind always came back to him, the least she could do was avoid him for now.