Noiseless Wet Dreams of You
He just looked confused, a small, sad smile touching his lips.
"Again??" he repeated. "Aubrey, I told you. My fans are intense. They’re digging up stupid things, making up stories to try and link me to some kind of scandal. It’s a common tactic to try and devalue a player’s brand. They want to find 'dirt,' and when they can't find it, they invent it. Such crazy fans."
"I thought as much." She said.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. It wasn't the desperate, frantic kiss from the lounge; it was slow, possessive, and deep. He tasted like the wine and the night air, and for a moment, the archives and the warnings felt like a fever dream.
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