"Where are you going, babe?" Alan catches you in his arms.
"Going out for a run. You know I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, but are you sure you don't want to burn calories in another way?" His lips gently graze your earlobe and you shudder.
"Quite sure."
"Are you positive?"
You slip out from his grasp and jog out the front door.
"Nice try, Alan."
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
