beautiful art work credit: @minilev ! ♡ taken from my fic 'it’s symptomatic of a slight infatuation'
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"It really wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Not with her back pressed against a paper-thin wall, legs wrapped around some stranger’s waist — it should’ve been a one and done conversation over some trashy apps dms. Tinder was stupid. Tinder was made for lowlife frat boys to cheat on their nurse majoring girlfriends with. It wasn’t supposed to do anything for her; it was just something to pass the time, build the confidence to get back out there, Paige had to admit, it helped — a little."






