Songs For This Chapter:
Risk It All
by The Vamps
Make It To Me
by Sam Smith
Something's Gotta Give
by All Time Low
Once In Lifetime
by All Time Low
Dear Maria, Count Me In
by All Time Low
Some Kind Of Disaster
by All Time Low
Break Your Little Heart
by All Time Low
Therapy
by All Time Low
Missing You
by All Time Low
Backstreet Serenade
by All Time Low
Lost In Stereo
by All Time Low
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"Coffee?"
I look up from the frilled pages of the book to meet Andrew, holding a mug of steaming coffee in his hand. With a tight smile, I accept the offer, and after marking the page with my thumb, I take a quiet sip, exhaling as the warmth spreads throughout my body.
He takes a seat by the deck chair I'm resting on, folding his arms behind his head, placed on the backrest of his wheeled mesh recliner. The setting sun shines on the tip of his nose, highlighting the freckles I never bothered to notice before. Knowing that I'm being observant of his motions, he glances at me sideways and quirks an eyebrow. I look away, not questioning the puce shade creeping up my neck at being caught.
He sighs, "So, how's Lillian entertaining you so far?"
"Uh. . . what?"
He lifts his chin to my hand holding the book, and waits for an answer.
"Oh, um. . . ," I sit up with a better posture, straightening my back without leaning too much on the backrest, "Lillian is. . . Sh—she is great! A hetero-feminist has my respect regardless of the situations she's forced to be in."
"I meant, the kinky parts with Mr. Ambrose." He smirks, raising his brows and I lower my gaze to hide the warmth dotting my face.
"How do you even know about Storm And Silence?"
Feigning offended, he looks at me, eyes narrowed to the slightest pretence, "What's the insinuation? That I can't read books?" I try to defend myself, but he cuts me to it. "I'm the one who suggested that to Jason after all."
I take another sip, "Well, it just doesn't seem like your type of thing to read."
"And what's that?" He shuffles deeper within the mesh of the recliner, closing his eyes and letting the sun embolden his features with its last rays of the day.
"I don't know, sports magazine, those with half-naked concubines, pedophiles, maybe even with stories of necrophiliac, or sex-crazed women?" I'm not fond of judging people, but if I remember correctly, he seemed fine the other day openly admitting the disturbing position of his loins in a bottle. So, this shouldn't be offending, right?
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WHEN IT ENDS || Jason McCann Fictional Story||
Фанфик{ONGOING} Is it still the same? I don't know. I've put in a lot of efforts to make sure it isn't, but never succeeded. Hell, even Justin and his songs couldn't work their magic. But... Why is he here? Why now? But...how? Just-how? You know how when...
