Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Well, you did try to bend yourself like a pretzel to lean over me," Mateo points out, shifting to lean up on his elbow so he can gaze down at Everest, in much more of a traditional here is how I would be laying if I wanted to lean down and make out with you position. "They would, because many people have suspected you and I to be more than friends for quite some time," he murmurs. "Many people also find you very attractive, Everest Hart, regardless of whether you feel attraction in return. They need to entertain themselves somehow."
But that brings him back to the here, the now, and everything that has brought them this far. "Would you like me to kiss you?" he asks the aviator. "Properly, I mean. You are my best friend, Ever, and I would not want to do anything to hurt you or confuse you. If you were anybody else, we would already both be naked by now. But I care about you, and I need to hear you say it."
But that brings him back to the here, the now, and everything that has brought them this far. "Would you like me to kiss you?" he asks the aviator. "Properly, I mean. You are my best friend, Ever, and I would not want to do anything to hurt you or confuse you. If you were anybody else, we would already both be naked by now. But I care about you, and I need to hear you say it."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
