will garder

C'est l'équinoxe d'automne et j'ai la tête plein d'images.
Je me souviens du jour du solstice d'été il y a deux ans où j'avais fait du pain avec de la farine de maïs et de l'huile d'olive. J'étais allée le livrer dans un parc où il y avait des daims en liberté. Je me souviens du jour ou mon ex m'avait emmenée voir un menhir alors que j'étais défoncée aux space cakes.
Ces jours là comme aujourd'hui, je me souviens avoir eu envie de prier, même si je ne suis pas religieuse. Me retirer dans un Godswood et joindre mes mains pour garder la chaleur.

small talk in french 💬

⭐️ (for beginners) ⭐️

When talking to french people, focus on innocuous topics like the weather, current events (“avez-vous lu à propos de..?” Have you read about…?), and cultural topics like food, movies, art, music, and so on. And remember to use vous instead of tu!

  • I only speak a little French. Je ne parle qu'un peu le français.
  • I am learning French, but I am only a beginner. J'apprends le français mais je ne suis qu'un débutant.
  • I have been learning french for 2 days / 2 weeks / 2 months / 1 year / 2 years. J'apprends le français depuis deux jours / deux semaines / deux mois / un an / deux ans.
  • Will you please correct me? Peux-tu me corriger, s'il te plaît?
  • What does ___ mean? Que veut dire ___?
  • What does that mean? Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire?
  • Can you explain in French/English to me? Peux-tu m'expliquer en français / anglais?
  • What does that mean in this context? Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire dans ce contexte?
  • What is the French word for ___? Quel est le mot français pour ___?
  • Is this/that correct? C'est juste?
  • Am I wrong? Je me trompe?/Est-ce que j'ai tort?
  • Am I correct? Est-ce que j'ai raison?
  • Do you understand? Est-ce que tu me comprends?
  • I do not understand. Je ne comprends pas.
  • I want to improve my level in French. Je veux améliorer mon niveau de français.
  • I need to practice French. J'ai besoin de pratiquer le français.
  • Do you have time to speak with me? As-tu le temps de parler avec moi ?
  • Can you help me to learn French? Peux-tu m'aider à apprendre le français?
  • Do you mind if we speak in French? Ça te dérange si nous parlons en français?
  • Can you please speak in French? it helps me to learn. Peux-tu me parler en français s'il te plaît? Ça m'aide à apprendre.
  • How do you say ’___’ in French? Comment dit-on ’___’ en français ?
  • I struggle with spelling / reading / writing / listening / pronunciation. J'ai du mal avec l'orthographe / la lecture / l'écriture / la compréhension orale / la prononciation.
  • Can you please repeat? I did not understand. Pouvez-vous répéter s'il vous plaît ? Je n'ai pas compris.
  • I don’t speak French fluently. Je ne parle pas couramment le français.
  • I am confused. Je suis perdu(e).
  • I don’t know how to say it in French. Je ne sais pas comment le dire en Français,
  • Sorry (or ‘pardon’), what did you say? Pardon, qu'est-ce que tu as dit?
  • I’ve never heard of that. Je n'ai jamais entendu ça.
  • That makes sense. Ça se tient.
  • That does not make sense. Ça n'a aucun sens.
  • What’s happening? / What’s going on? Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
  • What do you mean by ’___’ ? Qu'est-ce que tu entends par ’___’? / Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire par ’___’?

⭐️ Personal Stuff ⭐️

Here is a list of phrases you can use and practice when giving and asking for personal information. Take note that the list makes use of the formal “vous”.

  • Comment vous appelez-vous? What is your name?
  • Je m'appelle Christine. My name is Christine.
  • Quel est votre nom? What is your name?
  • Comment allez-vous? How are you?
  • Je vais bien, merci. I am doing well, thank you.
  • Très bien, merci. Very well, thank you.
  • Quel âge avez-vous? How old are you?
  • J'ai # ans. I am # years old.
  • J'ai trente ans. I am thirty years old.
  • J'ai quarante-deux ans. I am forty two old.
  • Quelle est votre nationalité? What is your Nationality?
  • Je suis canadien(ne). I am Canadian.
  • Je suis américain(e). I am American.
  • Je suis chinois(e). I am Chinese.
  • Je suis coréen(ne). I am Korean.
  • Où habitez-vous? Where do you live?
  • J'habite en Californie. I live in California.
  • Quel est votre numéro de téléphone? What is your phone number?
  • Mon numéro de téléphone est le … My phone number is …
  • Où êtes-vous né(e)? Where were you born?
  • Je suis né(e) à… I was born in…
  • Êtes-vous marié(e)? Are you married?
  • Oui, je suis marié. Yes, I am married
  • Non, je ne suis pas marié. No, I am not married
  • Je suis célibataire. I am single
  • Est-ce que vous avez des frères et soeurs? Do you have any brothers and sisters?
  • Je suis fille unique. I am an only child/daughter
  • Je suis fils unique. I am an only child/son
  • J'ai - frère(s). I have - brother(s).
  • J'ai - soeur(s).  I have - sisters(s).
  • Je n'ai pas de frères. I don’t have any brothers.
  • Je n'ai pas de soeurs. I don’t have any sisters.
  • Quel est votre métier? What is your job?
  • Quelle est votre profession? What is your profession?
  • Que faites-vous dans la vie? What do you do for a living?
  • Je suis ingénieur. I am an engineer.
  • Je suis boulanger/boulangère. I am a baker.
  • Je suis médecin. I am a doctor.
  • Je suis infirmier/infirmière. I am a nurse.

⭐️ Interests ⭐️

  • Quel est votre sport préféré? What is your favorite sport? (formal)
  • Quel est ton sport préféré? 
  • What is your favorite sport? (informal)
  • Mon sport préféré est… My favorite sport is….
  • J'aime faire du sport et garder la forme. I like to do sports to keep fit.
  • Quelle saison préférez-vous? What season do you prefer? (formal
  • Quelle saison préfères-tu? What season do you prefer? (What season is your favorite?) (informal)
  • Quels sont vos passe-temps préférés? What are your favorite pastimes? (formal)
  • Quels sont tes passe-temps préférés? What are your favorite pastimes? (informal)
  • Mes passe-temps préférés sont… My favorite pastimes are…
  • Qu'est-ce que vous faites dans votre temps libre? What do you do in your free time? (formal)
  • Qu'est-ce que tu fais dans ton temps libre? What do you do in your free time? (informal)
  • Est-ce que vous avez un animal de compagnie? Do you have a pet?(formal)
  • Est-ce que tu as un animal de compagnie? Do you have a pet? (informal)
  • Non, Je n'ai pas un animal de compagnie. No, I don’t have a pet.
  • Oui, J'ai un chat. Yes, I have a cat.
  • Oui, J'ai un chien.Yes, I have a dog.
  • Qu'est-ce que vous aimez? What do you like?
  • J'aime le jazz. I like jazz.
  • J'aime le rock. I like rock.
  • J'aime le hip-hop. I like hip-hop.
  • Je n'aime pas le rap. I don’t like rap.
  • Je n'écoute pas de la musique très souvent. I don’t listen to music very often.
  • J'aime les films d'amour. I like romance films.
  • J'aime les films d'aventures. I like adventure films.
  • Je n’aime pas faire du ski. I don’t like skiing.
  • Qu'est-ce que vous aimeriez faire dans la vie? What would you like to do in life ?
  • J'aimerais être chef. I would like to be a chef.
  • J'aimerais être un bibliothécaire. I would like to be a librarian.
How PLL should've ended

Spencer finds herself locked up in a high tech prison underground and finds that a bloodied Ezra is locked up also, in a separate cell. He starts to tell her that he has to get out and hurry up to get to Aria He pretends to struggle at first but then, he pushes his cell door open with ease. Spencer is equally horrified and baffled.

“Spencer, you were always the smart one. You found out it was me, and you were about to tell Aria. But I can’t let you do that.”

He reveals that he is the real A.D. Assuming a different alias with Aria (unknowingly) being his accomplice. He is obsessed with toying with/torturing young girls - especially Ali. He discovered Aria’s multiple personality disorder early on and decided to use it to get in the girls’ inner circle. He reveals that he has poisoned Aria so that she would be barren. He intends to take the Emison girls as his and Aria’s own, and he is the sperm donor.

As Ezra is speaking, he looks back and finds Spencer’s cell is empty. She lunges a knife from the underground bunker into his back and we see his body fall.

“Deux peuvent garder un secret si l'un d'entre eux est mort… Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.”

The last scene is the group of girls at an outdoor funeral for Ezra. After the other girls have left, Aria (now a “widow” in black) is crying with both sadness and anger. She hears rustling by a nearby tree. When she looks over, Ezra in a black hoodie puts his finger to his face as if to say “shhhh”. Aria returns this sign, except directly to the camera. Fade to black.

Parfois t'es obligée de garder quelqu'un qui te fait du mal. Parce que le bonheur qu'il t'apporte est plus fort que la douleur qu'il te fait ressentir.
—  @texthuman sur Instagram
J'ai perdu un ami comme on peut perdre ses clés. J'avais la tête ailleurs et puis le cœur distrait. On se parlait de tout mais soudain de plus rien. Il était temps je crois, qu'on sépare nos chemins. J'ai perdu un ami comme on perd le moral. C'était le plus précieux, sûrement le plus vital. Je voulais le garder jusqu'au jour de ma mort. Mais le glas a sonné, du temps restant encore…
J'ai perdu un ami comme on perd la mémoire. De tout ce qui faisait le ciel de notre histoire. Des souvenirs si beaux qu'il oublie bien trop vite. D'un simple coup d'éponge pour passer à la suite.
J'ai perdu un ami comme on perd son sang-froid, comme on perd l'illusion, la raison et sa foi. Une amitié sincère qui n'était finalement pour lui qu'une parenthèse, limite un contre temps…
J'ai perdu un ami comme on peut perdre ses clés. Mais pour ce genre de drame, y'a pas de serrurier. J'ai arrêté d'attendre sur le pas de la porte. Et j'ai le cœur bien lourd que ça finisse de la sorte.
—  Inconnu????
Elle est ce genre de fille, vous voyez, cette fille à qui on parle quand on s'ennuie, cette fille qui se sent de trop, la bonne “copine” à qui se confier, cette fille qu'on ne choisit jamais en première. Elle est aussi cette fille banale, qui se rattache à de simples détails sans intérêt, mais qui pourront la blesser. Dans son cœur, il n'y a pas si beaucoup de place que ça, elle limite les entrées, parce que après tout, on part tous un jour. Quand elle vous aime, cette fille, c'est pour de vrai, même si elle a du mal à aligner les mots pour l'exprimer. Mais elle vous le fera ressentir. Par contre, cette fille, elle est effrayée par ce que peuvent ressentir les gens, elle n'arrive pas à croire que quelqu'un puisse réellement l'aimer, ou même, tenir a elle, alors elle ferme son cœur. J'ai oublié de parler de son manque de confiance en soi, elle préfère garder toutes ses émotions pour elle. Elle pleure souvent. Pleurer quand ça va pas, pleurer quand elle est touchée.
Est-ce qu'elle est faible ou alors blessée?
Blessée par les gens, blessée par les sentiments, blessée par le manque, blessée par les faux espoirs, blessée par les “promesses”, blessée par le manque d'attention que peuvent avoir les gens autour d'elle.
Ouais, j'crois qu'elle est blessée, parce qu'elle attend tellement de choses qui n'arriveront jamais, que les déceptions ne font que s'enchaîner et la consumer.
Alors elle dit qu'elle va changer, qu'elle va arrêter de donner toujours autant. Mais ce n'est pas si facile de lâcher prise et d'abandonner. Elle aimerait que l'éternel sois vrai, tout comme les mots qui lui sont adressés. Elle voudrait trouver quelqu'un en qui elle peut croire en chaque paroles, en chaque promesses. Parfois, elle aimerait être différente, ouais, être LE quelqu'un d'une personne. On lui dit d'attendre, qu'elle arrivera. Je préfère vous parler sous le nom de “cette fille”, elle est dur à déchiffrer, elle est compliquée. Elle aime sa vie. Elle n'aime pas qu'on la déteste cette fille là,vous savez pourquoi?
Parce qu'elle se déteste déjà assez elle même.
Elle a juste besoin de se sentir importante pour quelqu'un.
C'est dur de se faire cerner par les autres, alors je vous présente “cette fille”:
moi.
—  noirceur étouffante ( via noirceur-etouffante )
Dans la vie, on croise des gens précieux, qu'on voudrait garder toujours auprès de soi, mais qui, pour des raisons qui ne tiennent ni à eux, ni à nous, sont forcés de s'en aller. Ce n'est pas qu'ils nous abandonnent de leur plein gré, ni que nous soyons coupables de n'avoir pas su les retenir, c'est juste que, parfois, il ne peut en être autrement. Il m'est arrivé de chérir profondément des êtres que j'ai perdus, et c'est peut-être pour cela qu'on écrit, pour les retrouver et cheminer, l'espace d'un instant, à leurs côtés. Comme si rien n'avait changé.
—  Minh Tran Huy
Jack Maynard Imagine - Sneaky (SMUT)

When you first moved to London from Wiltshire into your older brother’s flat, the last thing you expected was to catch feelings for one of his best friends. 

You would be lying if you said Joe hadn’t warned you about dating any of his mates. At first, it had just been a joke, a silly little thing to tease you and annoy you. But as he saw you getting closer and closer to Josh, Conor and Jack, he backed up on his joke-y tone. 

He wasn’t worried that much about your friendship with Conor and Josh, mainly because deep inside he knew they only looked at you as a friend. And if they happened to have any sort of romantic feelings towards you, he knew they’d hold them back, or at least ask him for approval- because you were his little sister and Joe was one of his best mates.

But when it came to Jack Maynard, Joe couldn’t relax. It wasn’t like he didn’t like him; he was one of his closest friends after all. Maybe that’s why he suffered, because he knew Jack’s past concerning relationship, and although he was a good person, he was not as good with feelings. And he was scared he’d break your vibrant heart, the one he had taken care of for so many years.

But he had seen you together on both of your channels, and he couldn’t deny there was something about your relationship that was almost drawing. He noticed that your personalities were in fact more similar than he had thought at first. He also noticed you always ended up crying of laughter when you were with him, and seeing you happy made him happy.

Yet it was still Jack Maynard he was talking about. Joe, as the observant brother he was, knew that you needed lots of sweet behaviours and cuddles to function, and he doubted Jack could give you that. So he had that tiny hope, that perfect plan which would constist of you forgetting all about him because he was too cold-hearted for your taste.

But his plan never met reality.

A few months ago, in one of Gleam’s fancy parties on a big mannor lost in the middle of the forest, he had seen you kissing him at the isolated back garders. At first he had exploded with rage. He had warned his idiotic friends - especially that idiot - not to lay a hand on his sister, ever. Yet there he was, his full lips covering yours, your tiny and fragile body wrapped under his hands. And Joe was livid.

He decided not to tell anybody that he had caught you, though. He thought it was a smart move, to keep an eye on Jack and you, and look at you suspiciously, until you’d finally admit what he had seen with his own eyes. But although Jack and you started officially dating a few days after your first kiss, it was still a secret to everyone else. Especially to your brother. 

Now, as you sat in the back seat of Conor’s Range Rover, Josh between Jack and you, you got the sudden feeling that maybe a weekend off camping with your brother and your secret boyfriend wasn’t such a great idea. 

“How long until we get there?” Josh asked Conor, who was currently driving. Joe and him had just switched seats.

“Half an hour, I believe” he answered back. 

“Mikey just texted me saying they’re stopping because Caspar wants to fucking pee” Jack said, getting loud groans from both Josh and Joe. Oli, Mikey, Caspar and all your belongings were in Caspar’s car behind yours.

“I need to stretch my legs so badly” you commented, as you pushed Josh aside “You’re literally too fucking big to be in the backseat, between two other people”

Josh laughed, throwing himself at you jokingly. You let out a scream as he crushed your petite body “Careful” Jack and Joe said at the same time, making your cheeks go a tone redder. You saw Joe giving him a weird look from the rear mirror. 

“She’s alright” Josh said, sitting back up. He ruffled your hair, making you giggle. 

“I still don’t know why I agreed to let you come with these idiots” Joe told you, half joking. 

“I’m my own person, Joe. Get over it” you answered bitterly, getting loud cheers from the boys. Joe simply looked out of the window, and said nothing.

For the past few weeks, you had noticed a change in Joe’s behaviour towards you. And you were annoyed. He was more bitter, worrying about where you were and what time you were coming home, although he had never cared so much about it before. But you weren’t stupid, you knew he was up to something. You suspected he knew about Jack and you, but you hoped you were wrong. He had warned you about Jack when you first met him, and of course you hadn’t listened.

Then again, Jack didn’t turn out to be as bad as your brother had told you. Before your first kiss, you had been really close friends, and he had always cared for you and your well-being. Joe knew about that time Jack punched a guy in the jaw at the club because he didn’t leave you alone - so what did he have to say against him?

Jack as a boyfriend was the sweetest you had ever imagined him to be. He always wanted a cuddle, or a kiss on the tip of his nose. He treated you like a princess, roses and bubble baths included. If Joe knew about that side of Jack, he’d be more than delighted  with your relationship. But you thought that maybe he was too stubborn to see it, and so you decided not to mention that particular aspect of your social life to him.

When you got to the camping site, it was almost dinner time. Caspar and the rest arrived twenty minutes after you, but you couldn’t really start putting up the tents because everything was on his car. So you just hung out in the cafeteria, laughing at some random video Josh had put on his phone. 

“Took you guys long enough” Conor laughed as he went straight for the bags. 

You walked behind him to grab the tents, which turned out to weight a ton more than you expected. You were struggling to get them out of the trunk until you suddenly felt them getting a lot lighter. 

“Lemme carry them, babe” Jack said, putting both tent bags under his armpits. You thanked him with a smile.

“Joe! Jack just called your sister ‘babe’!” you heard Caspar shout in the middle of the parking lot, and you immediately wanted to punch him.

“You better back up if you don’t want your balls cut off, buddy” Oli commented, not being able to supress a laugh as he grabbed the last bag and closed the boot.

Caspar walked by your side and rubbed your head “You know I love you, Y/N” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes “You have to admit that Joe’s reaction at the posibility of you getting rid of the Sugg and replacing it with Maynard is pretty funny, tho” he laughed.

You blushed “Stop it, Caspar” You could see Jack smiling by the corner of your eye. 

“Oooh, someone’s blushing” Mikey commented in his usual too-loud-voice, and you rolled your eyes again and walked away from the boys, trying to forget the awkward situation you had just been in. 

Soon enough it was right past midnight, and you were all chilling out in the moonlight. Conor started telling stories about famous people who turned out to be quite the assholes, and not long after that Caspar had fallen asleep.  You were sitting besides Jack with your feet over his legs, feeling the burning look of Joe’s eyes in your own. But you didn’t want to look at him. 

“Shit” you muttered as your hand blindly tried to grab something from inside your bag that obviously wasn’t there “I think I forgot my portable phone charger in your car, Con” you told him. 

“No prob” his hand went to the bottom of his jeans before he tossed the car keys at you.

Just when you were standing up, you felt Jack getting up again. You gave him a weid look “You’re not going by yourself, it’s pitch dark” he said, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him right there. Sometimes you wished everyone knew, so you didn’t have to hide to act couple-ish.

But as soon as you made sure you were out of their sight, you threw yourself at Jack and wrapped your legs around his torso. He laughed before pressing your lips together hungrily, your tongues already fighting for dominance. He let yours win this time.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all fucking day” he whispered in your ear, the hot steam coming out of his mouth setting you off. He started working his way up your neck as he carried you towards the car. 

You let out a small moan as he sucked on your special spot, and dug your fingernails on his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, and attacked your lips again. Soon enough your back was pressed against Conor’s car’s bonnet.

“I want you so bad right now, Jack” you almost pleaded, as his hands travelled to the zip of your shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to get rid of these all day, babe. You have no idea” he whispered roughly. Suddenly, you felt a big ball of pressure between your legs, as Jack introduced two fingers inside you, already thrusting in and out rapildy. You let out a high-pitched cry.

Jack looked around “Get inside the car” There were not many vehicles around, and definetly no one out there. But the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into the parking lot - seeing his luck that someone would be Joe - and catching you having sex against a Range Rover. 

You did as he told you, your jeans barely hanging on your hips anymore. You thanked god the backseat of Conor’s car was big enough. Jack immediately took your shorts off, and then your lacy underwear he loved so much to tease you over. But he knew he didn’t have much time, and he wanted you so badly.

You let out a loud whimper as you felt his tongue sucking on your clit, his strong hands holding your hips tightly. You arched your back as your hands looked for something to grab. They finally went to his hair. 

“Jack” you screamed, your voice breaking as he introduced yet another finger inside you. Ever since that morning, you had wanted no more than to be all over him like when you were alone in your apartment. You loved Jack’s sweet and loving side, but you would be lying if you said his rough and dominant side didn’t get you every time. His touch was your weakness, and he knew it. 

Eventually, the emptiness he left when he removed his mouth from you  was replaced with his lenght. He let out a loud groan as he pulled in, giving neither of you enough time to adjust to the new feeling.

It took you long enough to actually have sex once you started dating. At first it was because both of you were literally too busy to see each other - Jack also travelled quite frequently to Brighton to film whatever his secret project was. So the first time you properly slept together, it was a mix of lust and desire. Because you had wanted to see how good he was in bed for a long time, and he just couldn’t resist the thought of you lying naked under his body.

He started thrusting faster, making you scream like you never had before. You felt the car starting to move up and down, and you hoped there was no one in the parking lot at that exact moment. You prayed for that someone not to be Joe. You let out the loudest scream as you reached your high, your fingernails pressed against his back, not being able to breathe properly anymore. You cried his name.

He hugged your torso as he came not long after you, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. He thrusted into you a few times before you felt your walls clentching again, and you suddenly felt him filling you completely. He groaned as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, still holding you “I needed you so bad, Y/N” he whispered “I couldn’t take it anymore”

You let out a small laugh. You kissed the top of his head before it hit you “Do you realise we just had sex in the back of your brother’s car?”

“Way to ruin the moment”

You burst out laughing before releasing yourself from him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss “I love you, idiot” he said, making you blush.

“I love you too, silly” 

You put on your shorts before making your way to the camping site again, hoping you hadn’t taken too much time on the car, or else it would rise some suspicions. Sure enough, when you got back to the tents, only Conor, Joe and Oli were still outside.

“Damn, did you go back to London to get the bloody charger?” Oli asked you, and suddenly you realised you hadn’t even cared to take the charger. You mentally slapped yourself.

“I couldn’t find it” you said, throwing the car keys to Conor. You locked eyes quickly with your brother, and that’s when you knew that he knew. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to bed” Oli said, clapping Joe’s back, who was next to him “See you in the morning, babes” he laughed before getting inside his tent. You then noticed there were only two tents left, and four of you out there.  

You looked at Joe “Am I sleeping with you?” you asked him, thinking it was the most likely option. You had shared a bed with him before, after all.

“No” he said “You and Jack are sleeping together” 

You froze, making Conor burst out laughing. You looked at Jack, who was indeed as confused as you were “I mean, it doesn’t take a scientist to know that you guys have a thing going on” the oldest Maynard said, making your heart jump.

“What.. How do you know?” you mid-whispered, looking directly at your brother, not even bothering to deny it anymore “How…? What the hell, Joe”

Joe smiled for the first time. It was a small smile, but you were finally calm “I’ve known for a couple of weeks now” he said “I caught you guys kissing at that Gleam party a few months ago, and then again like, two and a half weeks ago” he confessed.

“I caught you yesterday” Conor laughed “I immediately texted Joe as the good brother I am”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled because he wouldn’t have to pretend not wanting to kiss you every minute from that moment on “Are you mad?” you timidly asked Joe. He shook his head.

“I mean, I’d probably choose the other Maynard if I were you” he joked, making both Conor and Jack laugh “But  if this idiot over here treats you well and loves you, then I have nothing to say” he said, making you blush.

“We are all gonna be family!” Conor shouted excitedly, pinching Joe’s side repeatedly.

“Are Jack and Y/N having babies yet?” Caspar asked, his voice coming from inside the tent he was sharing with Josh.

“Hey, hey, I said nothing about babies” Joe said, before he laughed with Conor. You were glad he had taken it so well. You suddenly felt Jack’s arms around you, pressing you against his warm body. 

He whispered into your ear “Why don’t we go inside and finish what we left off at the car?”

“Sneaky bastard” you mumbled before plating a loud kiss on his lips.

“Wait” Conor said as you were getting inside the tent. But you were too impatient to listen to whatever he had to say “Did I just hear ‘car’? Fucking shit, you better didn’t do anything disgusting on my baby, I swear to god” he fake cried.

You both laughed as you pressed your lips together once more. Oh Conor, only if you knew.