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❝don't leave.❞ 

two words | accepting

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     LOOSELY CLUTCHED onyx satin is shielding previously bared flesh; it’s quiet
      swishing only halted at his muscleman’s drowsy uttering. painted brows beneath
      flattened, wild curls knit together ––– stringing up an expression that could very
      well be something close to PITY.

      he had been walking on the balls of his naked feet, heels padding across the purple
      carpet, if only to keep his creation from awakening. the sun had hit the stained glass
      with soft beams, creating a mosaic of color upon the doctor’s black robe. & now,
      it’s realized with a pink hue that his efforts had been futile. 

     & he cannot resist that GAZE humans refer to as puppy-dog, not when it’s set
      upon him with those green eyes. the temptation to relax within that strong grip
      is too much to bear ––– and soon enough, with the sigh of rocky’s name & with-
      out much hesitation, frank finds himself making his way back to the bed he’d
      previously abandoned. a single digit comes up to prod the muscular chest he
      now lays next to, a simper resting upon rouged lips.  
                     
                     ❛ –– you’re
LUCKY i have no plans to attend to today. ❜