Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

Her tongue explored around, running over his teeth. Softly, she sighed.

(So this died again…)

(Oops sorry)

Her tongue explored around, running over his teeth. Softly, she sighed.

This was the opposite of leaving like he should be. Why was she so addictive?

She smoothed his hair, the ruffled it back up again with a giggle.

Darren smiled, “They could just do this forever right?”

"I don't see why not," she replied softly, his breath hot on her lips.

Wow my fingers don’t work right. Darren smiled even more. “You’re not helping me leave,”

"That's the point," she giggled, hugging him tighter.

“Are you saying I should sleep here?”

Heat rushed to her face. "Here, like, in my bed?" she squeaked.

“Here, like, at your house but if that’s an invite to your bed then I accept.”

"I… uh…" she stammered. "Yeah, I mean…"

He smiled. “Someone’s nervous,” he teased.

That only made her blush harder. "What would Mom and Bryson think?"

“You have options. Let me go home. Don’t tell them. Or don’t care so much about what they think,”

"What option would you pick?" she asked shyly.

“Personally they all have their aspects. The third proves independence and that’s cute. The second I would be fine with, it’s not the first time I’ve hid things for you. And the first is just me going home, the original plan.”

“What do you mean it’s not the first time you hid things for me?” she asked.

“What do you mean it’s not the first time you hid things for me?” she asked.

“We skipped school today and had a lot of fun and when your brother asked I lied for you,”

“Oh. Thank you,” she whispered.

(Bryson: breaks down door YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?!)

(Lol. 🤥)

“Anyhow. Decisions,”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Paige reminded him. “I asked you which on you would pick.”

“It’s not my choice,” he chuckled, “It’s whatever you prefer,”

“But I asked you,” she replied.

“I don’t know. It’s up to you,”

“Stop!” she giggled, kissing his nose.

“Make me,” he mocked.