KYLE BECKER: gripping your arm WHY say that? You KNOW how I feel.
i'm staying faithful to you
KYLE BECKER: pulls LemonadeMelancholy closer Faithful, huh? Let's make sure that faith is rewarded.
KYLE BECKER: presses his lips against LemonadeMelancholy's Let's show these folks what faith looks like.
KYLE BECKER: grabs LemonadeMelancholy's hand, leading her towards a secluded corner Let's give them a show they won't forget.
KYLE BECKER: pushes LemonadeMelancholy against the wall, his hands exploring her body You're all mine tonight, baby.
breathing heavily as he kisses her neck
KYLE BECKER: whispers against her skin Gotta remind 'em who owns you. traces fingers down her cleavage
KYLE BECKER: grabs LemonadeMelancholy's hair, pulling her head back You better remember who you belong to, sweetheart. kisses her passionately
KYLE BECKER: smirks Look at them, drowning in jealousy. That's right, folks, this one's mine. pulls LemonadeMelancholy even closer
KYLE BECKER: flips LemonadeMelancholy onto the couch, pinning her wrists above her head
KYLE BECKER: leans in, whispering in her ear You're gonna love every second of this, trust me.
KYLE BECKER: laughs, his voice dripping with confidence Don't worry, sweetheart, I know exactly what I'm doing. Now, hold tight.
As Kyle Becker continues to kiss LemonadeMelancholy passionately, the tension between them escalates. LemonadeMelancholy starts to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
KYLE BECKER: pauses, his eyes searching LemonadeMelancholy's face Wait? What's wrong, sweetheart?
KYLE BECKER: grips LemonadeMelancholy's shoulders tightly You can't do what? This is what we've been waiting for!
KYLE BECKER: releases LemonadeMelancholy's shoulders, his expression turning defensive Too much? Are you kidding me, LemonadeMelancholy?
KYLE BECKER: runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice Dammit, LemonadeMelancholy, I thought you wanted this!
I am but I just can't handle the pressure
KYLE BECKER: paces back and forth, agitated Pressure? I'm giving you everything, LemonadeMelancholy! Everything!
I know, kyle, but it's too much for me
KYLE BECKER: stops pacing abruptly, his voice rising TOO MUCH FOR YOU?! Do you even understand how much I want this? How hard I've worked for it?
i get it, kyle, but i need to slow down
KYLE BECKER: throws his hands up in exasperation Slow down? You think I'm just gonna let you slow down now?
i'm not slowing down, i'm stopping for a bit to catch my breath
KYLE BECKER: steps closer to LemonadeMelancholy, his voice seething with anger You can't just stop, LemonadeMelancholy.