received by: "Hey, Layne? You know what's unfair? Like, /super/ fucking unfair? Your goddamn abs, I swear to God. And, like, /all/ of your muscles. All of them. Fucking ridiculous. They make you too fucking hot and it's fucking /unfair/." He may have had a little bit to drink. |
He had to wonder how much Alex had to drink to be able to say all of this. Completely unabashed and honest, the words that slipped past the man’s lips were something Layne could not have ever expected. It took a considerable about of self restraint to keep him grinning, yet even then his poker face was cracking. Even if he held back the thoughts that were going through his head, he was pretty sure Alex would hear them anyway. ❝ You are fucking adorable when you’re tipsy. I’m going to make sure you remember saying all of this when morning comes. ❞