𝒆𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆—𝒐𝒏𝒆.

𝓝𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 / *𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃.

“ i would love to learn anything you would like. “ fingers brush along his jaw gently, a smile pulling his lips upwards.

[ chuckle at the back of his throat, pressing kiss to his cheek. ] you're comfortable.

[ he heard. he knows. ] i love you too. [ rolling on top of him. crush. ]

melting into his touch, fingers sliding up his neck to card through soft curls. “ teach me something. i’ll teach you something in french. “

[ grinning, head turn to the side. ]

ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ & ɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ .

a soft hum, cheeks are still flushed lightly but he leans closers to ilya. “ you should teach me. “

you’ll distract me.

[ pulling him close. ]

i know you and i know you’ll try to kiss me.

cheeks flush in embarrassment, he turns his head away to hide from ilya’s gaze. “ be honest, how terrible was that? “

[ holding open arms. ]

ilya...

[ eye twitch. ] no.

so kisses to sex?

[ deep breath deep breath deep breath. there are people around, shane. deep breath. ]

mmm…. a little.

shane smirks a little, head tilts. there’s a moment of consideration and then he’s trying to repeat the word. his pronunciation is just a little bit off.