@swectnights / daxton
HIS WORDS CAUSE HER TO giggle, having no time to think of a smart remark as he kisses her once again. the alcohol in her system brings her a casual buzz, otherwise she might not have been so open to the pda. the sweetness of the liqour paired with the lip gloss is a sharp contrast to the whiskey on dax’s tongue. it’s a common theme, momo thinks in passing. another difference to list between the two. hands slide from his face to his shoulders, one landing at the back of his neck. fingers barely graze the dark curls at the back of his neck. the loud music and conversation is nothing but white noise in the background, her heart rattling in her chest.
















