he tries to be subtle in an attempt to steal a glance though he fails quite dramatically, the smile he wears reaching up and into a pair of starry eyes. his arms fold over his equally muscled chest as he glances out into the street at the steady traffic that’s started to roll by.
❛ how ‘bout we turn off the alarm clock and let ‘em play hooky? ❜ he pauses, head canted as he regards her with a cocked brow. ❛ c’mon, what’s one day? ❜ / @theirnarrative*






