carrying @BLOGSENCORE a bouquet of wildflowers that he’d picked in the woods.

(slides him down a cup of coffee)

dude? you good, bro? ( he’s walking closer to where the other sat, waving his arms in the air )

(nodding in the direction of the coffee he’d just pushed forth) you okay dude?

// HAG OF HACKETTS QUARRY PROBABLY GETTING THIS NGL

( reaching forth, his thumb lightly caressing her cheek ) just wildflowers - do you like them?

heard something? like what? ( brow arched, intrigued. )

not as pretty as you. ( cliché but the truth. )

what?! it’s true! ( giggling over his own remark. )

you’re most certainly welcome - there’s more where that came from . . ( arms closing in around her waist, content to have her in his arms. )

nothing beats the anticipation level of waiting for a surprises — especially from yours truly. ( feeding off her energy, a grin highjacking his brims upward )

by doing a little something like this . . ( leaning in toward her, lips pressing up against hers pressing a kiss filled with passion to her brims. arms pulling her closer, closing the gap between them. )

( hands quick to trail down just a little further, his lips now coated with her saliva, deepening the kiss hungry for more. )

…. a voice? like a guilty conscience … or?

💥💥💥💥 he’s setting off fireworks in the woods.

he’s been quiet for too long, no better way to make some long awaited noise ! he’ll take five pancakes.

five pancakes — early morning fireworks . todays gonna be productive !

light weight or is he really just irresistible ?

oh shit ! yesterday was the 6th.