One slip of the tongue, Razor sharp, but never let it show
Nate turns faster than he means, a flash of vicious anger on his features visible for a moment before its replaced by a grin, complete with a flash of Nate’s tongue across his bottom lip. “Locke.” The words come out in a sweet warm purr, rolling his shoulders back and stepping closer while he speaks. “It’s been too long.” He laughs, a fondness sitting behind the tease.
A contemplative frown crosses Nate’s face at the concern. He stays quiet, though Locke will be able to see his flexing various muscles along his shoulders. “Nope.” Nate says matter of factly, arms coming up in a stretch. “I got some time in me still.” Arms drop again, a finger gesturing to Locke’ hands while his head cocks. “What happened there?”
A contemplative frown crosses Nate’s face at the concern. He stays quiet, though Locke will be able to see his flexing various muscles along his shoulders. “Nope.” Nate says matter of factly, arms coming up in a stretch. “I got some time in me still.” Arms drop again, a finger gesturing to Locke’ hands while his head cocks. “What happened there?”
NATE
