Apr 21, 2015
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send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them
“Nice one, cuzzo!” Ashton groaned as he felt his cousin laying on top of him, chuckling as he looked up at her. His cheeks heated up, because well–affection. Any affection curses his cheeks to blush. “You uh–should get up off me, ya know?”
send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours
He tugged on the door handle multiple times. “Oh my god, we’re stuck.” He kept tugging on the handle, a sigh slipping his lips. “Lia, does your phone have service? Call Q or Bo.” He turns back to look at her before banging on the door.