“Why, Ky’lar Richardson. Are you hitting on me?” she’s playful, beaming, a big ball of happy energy. “Add some ice cream to that list, and you’ve got yourself a solid evening, Sir.” Babs nibbles on her bottom lip, bridging any former gap between them. The height difference is quite palpable as she lingers there, fingertips trailing along his arm.
“Are you thinking about…staying in?” she whispers.
if she was anyone else, he would have wrapped his hands around her throat for using that name. it wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but it still burned. he still wasn’t used to anyone using it besides in hate or scorn. a reason to why his eyes narrowed – if only for a moment. just as fast as it was there… it was gone as a deep breath escaped his lips.
“i was thinking,” he said, voice just a bit lower than usual. “that after we eat… you’re welcome to ask whatever questions you wish.” a pause. “with-in reason, of course.”
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