– continuing from @desappaintment | Sharing a Bed Sentence Starters }}
└ Ft. CLEO & CLEIA
“So?” The girl gave a crooked smile to the other and bunched up her sweater sleeves. She wasn’t one to be afraid of the dark, and because of her job, she found herself walking home in the middle of the night quite often. “Don’t worry about me man, I can take whoever fronts at me. Watch this.” She mused, then balled her fists and pretended like she was in a boxing match with the air, giving a playful look to the other.
“Or is it that you’ll be lonely here without me?”
Cleo didn’t like the idea of Cleia walking out this late at night. For one, she didn’t trust anyone who was out this late at night - with the exception of Cleia, of course. But it was dangerous, especially for a beautiful girl like her. Her lower lip jutted out in a slight pout. “Yeah, but... what if a bunch of guys gang up on you? I should go with you. Then you wouldn’t be alone at least.”
Her lips parted, and she cleared her throat. “...Maybe I’ll be a little lonely.” She patted the bed next to her, fluttering her eyelashes at the other. “Just stay here with me, sweetheart, and we can order something! Pleeeeease.”