❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨'𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤, Carolynne pried herself out of Lockwood's arms gently - the boy grumbled before turning onto his side. She stood up before sitting back down again, growing dizzy. She stood up again, more slowly, and walked downstairs. The reason as to why she had gotten up was because she was woken up by chest pains that seemed to get worse with every heart beat
She reached the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice before popping two ibrophfens out from the box she found in the cupboard. She took them both before returning the box to it's place in the cupboard.
"There you are," Lockwood hummed as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his chest against her back - his face burrowing into her neck. "What are you doing?"
"Taking tablets."
Lockwood hummed again and kissed her jaw once, he figured she meant her iron tablets and thus didn't question it any further.
"We have the interview with the client soon," Carolynne told him and she spun around in his arms. "I'm going to go get dressed."
Lockwood was already dressed, of course, he wore a cheeky smile with his usual outfit too. One of his hands ran down her spine, gently resting below - to keep her head level she was glad she wore shorts to bed that night. "Cheeky aren't you," Carolynne whispered and pecked his lips twice.
