𖥻 ❙ ━ 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗦.
❛ IT WAS NEVER JUST AN INFATUATION. ❜
take a dive in the life of luxury as you follow
valerie tesfaye in her ongoing battle between
who she is, who she wants to be, and what
has to be done to get th...
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𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘁𝘄𝗼, a set of jolly days 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 - 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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IT'S CHRISTMAS IN NEW York, and along with the season comes The Constance Billard/ St. Jude's bazaar. Where the only thing bizarre are the donated items for sale.
While the freshmen sing a song I am against a set of lockers. As a brunette boy steals kisses from me, pulling away he has a soft smile. Holding onto his collar I bite my lip, "You look really cute." I tell him. Raising a brow at me he shakes his head, "I'm not cute." Tom denies, "You are." I tell him.
"I'm not." he pouts. Smiling at him I nod. Leaning my head on his shoulder, "Then what are you?" I ask softly, "I don't know." he shrugs. Humming I kiss his neck, "I don't know either." I whisper back.
Pulling away I read his first draft for his Brown essay, "What you think?" he asks. Shaking my head, I continue to read, "What does it say?" he asks, "It says that you are hardworking, business-oriented, smart, competitive." I note what this letter says about him.
Turning my head to him, "And incredibly sexy." I tease, with a smirk, holding the letter to him. Seeing his cheeks flush, I smile softly. Nudging my nose against his. Leaning closer he gracing his lips against mine, starting the kissing again.
"Thomas?" a sudden voice asks.
Pulling away we see Bart and Lily, "Father." he breathes out, "Mister Bass." I nod. Seeing their eyes, we follow their eye line. Glancing down their eyes are focused on our hands on each other.
Clearing our throats we take our hands off, "See you." I awkwardly walking away, quickly. Leaving the younger Bass with them. Pointing at where the girl left, "I.. I'm going." he nods.
Nodding they smile actually as awkward as him, "Monaco, huh?" I ask as we walk side-by-side, "Yeah, we are joining him for New Years." he informs me. Biting my lip I look down, "Or did you have something else in mind..?" the youngest Bass trails off.
