the sweat pooled along the shallow valley between his shoulder blade before drifting lazily down his back. jazz didn't exactly choose to switch up his leg day with arms but he could feel the heavy aura that exuded from her pores. charlotte dae, the eldest of the finest sister trio in town, deserved to wear a smile on her lips 25/8. even if meant begging his already beaten to shit biceps to do a little more. "'c'mon don't stare too hard, lottie, you're gonna perforate these steel abs with your steely gaze. my traps are made of pure titanium and this is my audition to be the sexy ass male lead for your next thriller. i've got final girl energy baby. @pasdedeuxs

the sound of her fingertips tapping away at her keyboard stopped as she looked up from her spot in the park, noticing jazz speaking to her and staring her down while doing … push-ups? taking out her earbud with a suspicious squint, she raises a singular brow. "jazz, what the hell are you talking about?” her cheeks went pink as she tried to decipher the meaning behind his flirtatious air. “if this is your attempt at flirting, i highly suggest trying to up your killer instincts instead of your killer bod.” she gave him an awkward wink before cringing at herself. “oh, i will never be doing that again.” a laugh bubbled out of her as she reflected on how amusing this scenario was. “i will let you know that i don’t think i’ve ever had anyone workout and flirt with me at the same time so i will give you that win.”













































