All I need is a luxury
and she looks a lot like you. Smooth talking, keep walking, no stopping, bar hopping. Don't need no excuse, I got my own issues complicated, frustrated, but so damn scared to change this. Talk to me, every hour of everyday they talk to me. I'm not going back again, I'm not going back again..All I need is a luxury and she looks a lot like you. Got a fever but I believe that I'm gonna see this through. Want to share but I'm so damn scared and it hurts when you can't even go nowhere. You're the one that keeps me going...One more day, worth the wait, you'll be driving me home
While Freya couldn’t be cruel, she could try and tease. And the look on his face when he looked towards her, the wheels in his head turning told her she had at least gotten her point across. “Lots of things, huh?” She asked, her sly smile was still plastered across her face. She quickly looked down, her hair hiding how her smile had turned from sly to smitten as he rubbed his hand against his nose. He was a little kitten, or well, a little Flowerpuff. He could go from having her wrapped around his finger with just a look, to making her heart swell from his unintentional adorable actions. She didn’t even know how she had let her feelings get this far, but she was doing a really great job about at least keeping them to herself. She wasn’t ever going to get her hopes up. It’d happened before, and it could happen again. Boys were just as cruel. “The most relaxing thing I have ever done is swing on a beach at night.” She started, her voice ending up farther away then she had intended it to be, the pull of her memory falling over her. “With a full moon over the water. It was gorgeous.” Freya finished before snapping back into reality. “But this is just as great, better company.” She threw back towards him. “Well, you’ll have to show me what your surprises entail sometime,” And there it was, back to where they had started, and while she was enjoying the swing, she was craving his touch, but she didn’t need to give up her swing just yet. He was a big boy, he’d survive.
IVANWOOD. TANK TOP
. they are so gross omg