Sonny sitting in a chair skimming his phone

Adrienne-Sonny. Sonny baby

S-Oh hey.

A- Oh god, I came as soon as I heard. Honey are you okay?

*they hug*

S-Yeah I’m fine. Will’s still out of it from the anesthetic, but they said he’s gonna be good to go.

A-Thank god. Its just… Honey that’s good news about Will isn’t it?

S-It is. Its just sometimes when I hear his name, I just really thought I was going to lose him.

*hug*

A- Oh honey. He’s gonna be fine honey and so are you.

***********

S-Then Hope she showed up and she shot the guy otherwise Nick would be dead and then Will he would of….

A-No,...

Would you let me see beneath you’re beautiful; would you let me see beneath you’re perfect?

Fingers pull, yank on sheets, soft between the digits and calming to hot skin. Lips paint a colorful trail down his neck like neon chalk against a cracked sidewalk. There’s a fire rippling in his stomach, fingers dancing across his face like a passionate tango in a dim lit room. Those fingers drag through his hair, pull the blonde hair backward as a tongue plays just around the edge of his lips. He grins, fever breaking against his forehead as the lights in the room spin. His legs spread, wait,...