Vegas, Baby || CLOSED (aqua-canalis)
She squeaked loudly, giggling as she was carried inside and ultimately set down. “Oh, fine. Although, I do prefer you in boxers.” She teased, hooking a finger in his waistband and snapping it lightly. Looking over to his bag, a brow raised. “Do you have shorts? It’s gonna be warm. Usually 80 to 90 degrees, love.” The teen replied, going through what clothes he had already packed.
“Piper please don’t do that when we’ve got somewhere to go…” Brent said slowly pushing her down on the bed and kissing her, “You know how easily I get distracted.” Hell, at this point he was totally fine about not going to Vegas if it meant cuddling up with her all weekend not doing much other than sleeping. Yeah ‘sleeping’.
