❝ you.. ❞ a black fingernails press just underneath his chin as she stared for a moment before she dropped her hand once more. ❝ now belong to this lo-o-ovely lady here. she’s REAL fond of ya’. ❞ the grin ( toxic it is, dangerous ) on her lips curves further upwards as she turns towards the brunette who was staring at the two skeptically.
❝ OH !really? ❞
a wicked smile spreads across his face, the distance between harley and the LUCKY lady cleared through long, slow strides. the tips of his fingers trace from her shoulders, to the collarbones, up to her jawline as he sat elegantly next to her. the predatory grin doesn’t leave his face.
❝ pretty thing — aren’t ya SWEET. fond o’ me, huh ? i’m all YOURS. ❞
