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ᴛʜᴀʟɪᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ

8 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴏ

i hear the door open as i take an airpod out after taking the cookies i'm making out of the oven, looking over i see oakley walk in with mason. surprise, surprise. 'what's in the bags?' i ask them, leaning on the counter as they walk over, leaving them on the counter. 'cookie?' i offer, as both of them take one each.

'we bought beer and whiskey.' mason replies as i nod. 'nothing for you though.' he says with a smile as i roll my eyes. he walks out, leaving me and oakley alone in the kitchen, god how i hate this.

'these are good, where'd you get them?' he teases as i roll my eyes.

'i actually made them. see? im not just a pretty face.' i shrug as i tease back, earning a laugh as he smiles his perfect smile.

'i guess so.' he shrugs as he finishes his cookie as i take my phone, feeling him walk closer to me until he's eventually stood beside me.

'oakley, whatever you're thinking, don't, you know how mason would-' but i'm interrupted by his lips on mine as i leave my phone behind me on the counter, wrapping my arms around his neck as i kiss him back.

'what were you saying?' he asks smugly, as i roll my eyes, kissing him again, until we hear footsteps as we quickly pull away and stand apart from each other.

'oak.' i hear mason speak as oakley looks up at him and nods, his hand tracing my waist before walking off as he follows mason up.

what the fuck did i just do?

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