𝙳𝚎𝚡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

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@BitterSweetPea_ @HitWithAHeart @ARareJule must be dying. I push on quickly. “Look, if you’re about to ask me twenty questions, can you do it in the kitchen in like ten minutes? Because I’m already in the bathroom now and I don’t want to waste the lavender bubbles and essential oils mate” He stares at me a second—

@BitterSweetPea_ @HitWithAHeart @ARareJule “Right” he says slowly. “So you broke into Penny’s flat… to relax.” “I didn’t break in. I have a key.” “That’s worse.” “Is it? Feels like trust.” He folds his arms. “Dex.” “Joel.” There’s a long pause. Behind me, the water is completely still. Too still. She—

@HitWithAHeart @ARareJule @ALilBitOfDex There’s nothing rushed about this. That’s what makes it worse. Better. More dangerous. His fingers slide higher beneath the bubbles, slow, unhurried, and my head tips back just slightly against the tub. “Dex…” “Yeah?” “That’s not helping.” “That’s the point.” —

I disagree… You snooze, you lose.

Hmmmm…

Sinful Saturday

Better late than never, Marion

You called…

@BitterSweetPea_ responsible adult crisps.” Tabby claps once. “Right. Everyone get changed. We leave in twenty minutes.” She disappears again just as quickly as she arrived. Joel follows her, shaking his head, leaving the bathroom door open behind him. Now it’s just me and Penny again.

@BitterSweetPea_ Penny finally spits her toothpaste out, rinses her mouth, still very composed, still very calm, still very much not looking at me. “Fine” she says, wiping her mouth with a towel. “We’ll go out for one drink. One. And if it’s awful, we’re coming back and eating all of Joel’s-

@BitterSweetPea_ I glance in the rear-view mirror. She’s still staring out the window, but not really at anything. Just watching the world slide past like she’s waiting for it to turn into something else. “You good back there, Pen?” I ask. She blinks like I’ve pulled her out of deep—