“𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞?”

“Well my body is constantly trying to tear itself together and…I’m in the comfort of my room.”

Ava glared slightly only to roll her eyes and shuffle to the side as if to invite the other to come inside.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ sᴀɪᴅ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴜɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ.”

#SeductiveSunday

“Then go ahead and try it, though one has to wonder how you can reach anything from all the way down there.”

“Oh I made that all up, Bucky told me.”

“On the contrary, I’m well aware I can’t cook to save my life so I tend to stray away from the kitchen. So…checkmate.”

[𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚]

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 “𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮.” 𝘈 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺."