STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"After last night, I think I'm in love with you. Woke up and I can't get you outta my head...." ♪ After Last Night • Silk Sonic.
WEAK STEMS
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I have become an irrational and ridiculous woman.
All over a cock attached to an irrational and ridiculous man.
Halen is sitting across from me doing his puzzle, a fucking puzzle, and watching him turn the tiny pieces in between his fingers before gently placing them in the exact spot where they belong, makes me want to do the most unholy things to him.
I woke up this morning feeling guilty, I can't lie. But, it didn't last more than five minutes. I rolled over and came face to face with his mind melting musculature and a switch flicked inside me from guilty to horny.
He sleeps like a dead person lays in their coffin; on his back with his arms at his side, which I find horrendous and hilarious, but endearing and not to mention very on brand.
I'm afraid what he said last night might be starting to come to truth for me as well.
I'm growing fond of him too.
And I have a strange addiction to the way he makes me feel. Discomfort and all.
Just as before, we sit across from each other, only this time, when the phone rings, Halen gets it.
I track his bare forearms as he walks past, and when he stops at the phone and slips one hand into his slack pocket, I press my lips together. There's something so pleasing and fluid about his every move.
"Hello?"
I look back at my laptop.
"This is. Who is this."
I pause and gaze over my shoulder.
Halen's eyes snap to me and he lowers the phone from his ear. "I do believe this phone call is for you, Miss Wolfe." His teasing is very subtle and not as playful. It feels more like mean mocking. But, that could just be his natural tone.
"Who is it?" I close my laptop and stand up.
"West."
I'm not entirely sure who I was expecting, but it wasn't him. "Oh."
I walk toward the phone and take it from him.
He drifts away to sit back down.
I hold the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's me, West. Clearly." He chuckles nervously, "How are you?"
"I'm good, how are you?"
"I'm great. Really great. I know I said that you could call me if you wanted to go out again, obviously... you haven't." I don't miss the sadness in his voice, "But, I was cleaning out my car today and I found a ring of yours in between the seats? I'm outside your house, here to drop it off. Could you come to the door? I've been knocking for ages."
