•Azrael Madison•

"If you want me to lie, it looks like a bad apple. By bad, I mean rotten."

*He chuckles, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He jerks his head towards the door.* "Come on, pretty boy. Let's go see if the water's as cold as your toes."

*His breath hitches almost imperceptibly. He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.* Lace, huh? *His voice is a low, husky whisper.* My favorite kind of trouble.

*entire face goes red* I- I'm not wearing lace! *accidentally presses closer trying to move away*

*His arm slides from the back of the hay bale to rest lightly around her waist, not holding her, just... there.* Not lace? *His voice drops to a husky whisper.* Then what are you wearing, Avril?

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*pulls back slightly* so detention for a month, huh? *smirks* should I bring you snacks?

*A low chuckle escapes him, and he leans his forehead against yours.* Only if you're the snack. *He murmurs, a grin playing on his lips.*