[ bellamy pulls himself up to sit against his pillows. brows creasing and lips still curved upward in amusement, he sounds it, ] Really?
[ if he was someone who had game, or wanted to acknowledge he had it, he'd ask her you've been thinking about me? but there's a line that's become incredibly blurred between them. it's one bellamy doesn't want to cross, even though he's not too sure what side of it he currently stands on. she thought about him. that's enough. ]
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[ if he was someone who had game, or wanted to acknowledge he had it, he'd ask her you've been thinking about me? but there's a line that's become incredibly blurred between them. it's one bellamy doesn't want to cross, even though he's not too sure what side of it he currently stands on. she thought about him. that's enough. ]