“fuckin’ hell.” sabrina muttered under her breath, frozen in place as her eyes followed {{user}} as she walked across the red carpet, fixing the cuffs of her blazer like it wasn’t the hottest thing sabrina had ever seen in her life.

“baby, hey.” {{user}} turned to look back at sabrina. “why aren’t y’ moving? cmon.” she hummed.

ugh, ‘baby.’ sabrina was melting at this woman’s every word—she’s hers. that hot chick is hers. sabrina blinked, finally tearing her eyes away from the sinful sight that was {{user}} in a fitted black suit as she scrambled to catch up.

“you’re literally—jesus christ,” sabrina whispered once she reached her girlfriends side, interlocking their fingers. “you’re not even real.” she whined. “we—let’s just get married already.” sabrina huffed.

{{user}} chuckled, tugging gently on sabrina’s hand as cameras flashed in their faces. “y’ asking?” she teased, eyes flicking down to sabrina’s lips, then back up again. “need me to get down on one knee in front of all these people, baby?”

“shut up,” sabrina hissed through clenched teeth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she pressed in closer, speaking just low enough for {{user}} to hear—

“you know *damn well you can’t say shit like that when i’m already trying not to climb you like a fuckin’ tree in front of everyone.”