Eliot, in fact, is furrowing his brow and smiling in soft, pleased disbelief. With his eyes trained on Quentin’s face, Eliot stubs out the still-smoking joint and brings his other hand up to Quentin’s bicep. His thumb gently pets over his sleeve.
“It’s like that, huh?” he asks. There’s a pleasant rasp to his voice that makes Quentin’s stomach flip.
the sound that just left my body was more animal than human. AGHHHHH. 😮💨
Re: FILL: Queliot - Shotgunning
“It’s like that, huh?” he asks. There’s a pleasant rasp to his voice that makes Quentin’s stomach flip.
the sound that just left my body was more animal than human. AGHHHHH. 😮💨