grace covington.
❛ it’s one of my better habits. ❜ any semblance of offence is a facade, one swiftly shattered by a smile that even covergirl couldn’t afford. there’s no shortage of history that grace isn’t exactly proud to have attached to her well-known name, but seeking out experience and maturity when she had very little of her own hasn’t earned itself a place on that list. ❛ that’s what makes it fun! ❜
and she leans in, shifting on her seat as she assesses stony features. time spent with nick is enjoyable, perhaps because she’s often amused, and she can’t help but wonder… ❛ you like to have fun, right nick? ❜
“better habits? remind me not to ask about the ones that aren’t all that acceptable.” though there’s the smallest ounce of curiosity beneath the response but it was eliminated at the inquisition. steel hues widened in surprise as stomach rose to one’s throat, all too aware about how precarious the position was that the two were in. frame shifted some, uncomfortable with the thoughts that wandered within his mind and the implication of her words. “it depends upon your definition of fun, i suppose, grace.”