Utterly fantastic, as usual. :) I usually tend to stay away from fic with explicitly sexy stuff goin' on (Victorian ladies of society and, um, possibly even nuns? They ain't got NOTHIN' on me), but I am entirely incapable of resisting yours because you have such a brilliant handle on these two and their relationship dynamic. I love scheming Ryan (not to mention that it's a plus that it redeems him for saying "your eyes match the colour of the ocean"), and Simon getting all jealous and possessive? Yessss.
He released my lips. “Still want you? I can’t seem to stop wanting you. Got it?”
I knew that later I would go over and over that bizarre statement, in my head and with my friends, until the thought was stale, but in the moment all I could say was, “Got it.”
ashfkjdfad Loooove that.
And the unexpected spooning, and the berry-throwing, and, bwahaha, that adorable and awesome ending -- all entirely worth me occasionally turning twelve shades of red and/or averting my eyes. ;-) You + Rymon = JOY.
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He released my lips. “Still want you? I can’t seem to stop wanting you. Got it?”
I knew that later I would go over and over that bizarre statement, in my head and with my friends, until the thought was stale, but in the moment all I could say was, “Got it.”
ashfkjdfad Loooove that.
And the unexpected spooning, and the berry-throwing, and, bwahaha, that adorable and awesome ending -- all entirely worth me occasionally turning twelve shades of red and/or averting my eyes. ;-) You + Rymon = JOY.