/ guys, the way I am wheezing at that particular conversation.

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ' you know what I wanted to leave behind when I left London , that doesn’t mean I wanted to leave everything to dust. And I wouldn't blame you for blaming me. ' ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ' was I supposed to leave you behind? no, I was supposed to leave 𝙝𝙞𝙢 behind ﹠. I wish you could have come with me. 𝙬𝙚 should have left him behind. ' ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ' if there was a way for me , there could have been a way for you too. for all of us. maybe I am holding onto things that I find worth holding onto .. like the people that care about me as much as I care about them. ' ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ can they all just refrain from punching &. and not make her act as a conciliator ,, again? ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I just think that Hank Hall. 💕 ⠀⠀

I just think that 💕

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ she would prefer if Holly saved those punches for when they are actually needed facing real weasels out there. sisterly duties &. shit don't need to involve punching every guy she's ever dated. ⠀⠀

You think ❤ about what exactly ?

Hank Hall, bring your face over here❤👄❤

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Then let me kiss gently, mister ❤👄❤

Then don't mind if face is grabbed and kisses are given for the impatient boy ❤👄❤

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ one of them needs to be 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 , there's nothing * 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙔. she would greatly appreciate if the asshole punching came for assholes that actually deserve to get their nose broken. ⠀⠀

Cue several tiny kisses pressed around the edges of his mouth, nose and then right onto mouth, lips curled up on a smile between each one. ❤👄❤

she was humming at the hands found at her waist, much willingly tugged in closer until her smaller frame was in pressed contact to his body. look at her finally pressing her smile against that grin, one hand gliding up into his hair. ❤️👄❤️

Tiptoed, at the digits brushing against her back, her sylphlike frame molded against his. Her lips pressed against his for a good moment before parting from the kiss only to open her eyes to gaze at him, a content hum sounding from her.