3 | her fault

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[ SMUT WARNING. don't want it? don't read it. and it's just like... a little bit of smut I guess? I mean, it's not not smut. so it's smut. but she's not getting dicked down or anything. and I'll say this with my whole chest

college loser deadbeat Tyler who doesn't pay child support did not go down on that girl when he was 20 years old. grown, older Tyler is a master though and we may see some of that ]




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DON'T TEMPT ME.





MAYBE BLAKE SHOULD'VE BEEN ASHAMED OF THE FACT that she couldn't even tell you how to movie ended

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MAYBE BLAKE SHOULD'VE BEEN ASHAMED OF THE FACT that she couldn't even tell you how to movie ended. But it was hardly her fault.

Seated on the back row, Scott had thrown a strong arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against his firm chest. Not to mention she'd picked up a piece of popcorn only for him to teasingly grab her wrist and bring her hand to his lips, stealing the piece from her fingertips with his mouth. And god, after she'd managed to pay attention just enough to catch a joke in the dialogue and laugh, he'd leaned in, nose brushing her temple as he whispered in her ear.

"I love your laugh."

So, it definitely wasn't her fault for dragging him close by the collar of his shirt and kissing him for the last fifteen minutes of the movie — it was all on Scott. And he was happy to comply, hand on the back of her head and keeping her close as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

The theater was basically empty anyhow, so she didn't feel too bad.

And it wasn't her fault now as she let Scott into her house, leading him by his hand, so incredibly thankful that Javi was letting Emma Grace have a sleepover at his apartment.

Scott looked around the dimly lit living room — he hadn't gotten the chance to look around at the cookout. He smiled at the pictures over the fireplace. Ones of Blake and Javi and Emma Grace.

"Very cute," Scott said, picking one up and flashing it to Blake.

She blushed, seeing a photo of her when she was still in school. They were doing a static electrify lab, and her hair was sticking up in all different directions as she wore unflattering goggles.

Blake opted not to think about who took that photo and instead stomped up to Scott, snatching the frame back and putting it back next to one of Javi with Emma Grace when she was a baby. Next, Scott picked up one that was taken in the hospital the day that Emma Grace was born.

As he studied it, Blake studied Scott, searching for any signs of a freak out. Because that was what she was waiting for — for him to freak out and realize dating a woman with an eight-year-old wasn't something he was prepared for. But he just smiled softly at the picture, thinking Blake had never been more beautiful than in that photo, holding Emma Grace for the first time.

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