TOO CUTE TO HANDLE
With Kean’s words floating unto his mind, he’s standing in partial glee by which he should not feel, yet is pushing a thing or two to be real as everything that happened that night is something he might probably want or, better yet, not.
Stealing a breath, Sky held his foot on the ground, acting tough, knowing that he can’t lose this fight, nor be drowned in the enemy in front of him that was hitting every red flag in his mind. “Tsk!” smirking as he follows Clay's pointer finger with his gaze landing in front of its room. His jaw wanted to drop, yet he stops himself as he immediately gulps an air realizing what he means. Dead meat and two as he cannot escape anymore for, he knows, he wanted