⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⦗❝𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢.❞⦘ •ᴛᴠᴅ|ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ •ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

I'll bring the keg.

It's okay. I'll go ..

They're your friends too. Honestly, I would rather you went and had fun.

Madison, please, I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll drop off the keg and be on my way. it's the least I can do.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to be able to enjoy yourself, that's all.

[Sighs.]

I'm b𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎ck.

I spy my little eye, something beginning with B, and ending with hot.

Haven't I always been?

That's the thing, I don't need to ask. I already know the answer.

Adorable.

You don't have to.

I'm an innocent man, B. I just missed you.

Ha, she wishes. If you missed me so much, why are you standing all the way over there?

[His hands instantly settle around her thighs to keep her from slipping whilst his lips hit the bare crook of her neck.] I guess you did miss me.

Only a little?

That's what I thought. [He flashes her that infamous grin of his, ice blue eyes gazing up at her.] Maybe you should give me a welcoming kiss, then?

Now, now. Don't pull that face on me, you know how it makes me feel .. [His lips were now pulled into a frown; he felt terrible about it already, she just had to go there, which was fair enough.] Would you believe me if I said I would never ever leave again?