! ! get ( off ! * ) face scrunching , gasping . reporter wriggling to get away . no no ! she’s busy

head shaking . seeking freedoms by pulling from cold leather gloves. he’s going to ruin this done up makeup she was forced to wear . “ no , the reality tv crew made it plenty clear what day it was .”

“ this has been decided before valentines .” brows furrow , she’s set in her ways . plus they pay well ! she needs the money . rent is . . overwhelming . “ happy valentine’s day , caleb ; but please — “

hands tuck before her . as she dares to follow him , ignoring the ringing in her pocket that was one of the directors asking if she was on her way . “ like what ? “

fingers curl short strands behind her ear , teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as doe eyes survey him for a moment . “ okay — , okay we can do that ; but don’t complain next time when i get called away from you .”

whoops : <

must he always look so down and dreary ?

kiss accepted . letting hands smooth over his shoulders to intertwine behind his neck . standing further on tip toes to let the kiss deepen slightly. she’ll amuse the male , tugging him down to make it easier for teeth to nibble on bottom brim .

it’s a constant theme she happens to see when she’s around !

you can just admit she’s right you know.