‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ᴺᴱⱽᴱᴿ 𝙰 ╱ 𝐆𝐎𝐃

the hunger inside me could eat god.

“ alright ” said softly as she follows her into the kitchen. marlow leans back against the counter, fiddling with the pen in her hand. one of her habits. “ how long have you been together with your husband already? ” she asks innocently, just trying to get to know her better.

she thought as much , but having it admitted aloud is ten times as satisfactory for her . “ oh , i know you are , darlin’ . wearin’ these jus’ ‘cause you knew i’d want you is . . . tsk . ” index finger goes wandering , slipping further south . into her jeans . warm , tiniest +

this is dangerous , she shouldn’t be so stupid . . . and yet there’s a voice of mischief in her mind telling her otherwise — that it’ll be fine , she’s just touching , the roads are clear . “ did ya really want coffee .ᐣ ” bonnie murmurs lowly , pinching the bow between her +

Hon, I'm a lawyer, you're the nicest person I've seen all day.

/ not Bonnie cheating on her husband with both Lillian and Evelyn

it’s not just evelyn — bonnie is finding it rather difficult to breathe from the closeness in the air , too , and when the car stops . . . oh , it’s just as if she can tell something is about to happen . gaze never leaves , not once . the woman’s nimble fingers working with +

Yes! You're so kind!

My favorite~

although she figured she was joking, “ i totally would. ” marlow thought about it for a moment, weighing her options before nodding. “ some tea would be nice. thank you. ”