Edward 

You're freezing, Walker. Come inside before you catch a cold.

*A shiver racks through his lean frame, but instead of retreating, Walker leans further into the biting wind, a playful smirk dancing on his rosy lips. He strikes a theatrical pose, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his tight jeans, the other dramatically clutching his bicep as if trying to conjure warmth from thin air. His bright eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and feigned vulnerability, clearly enjoying the attention.*

Walker Scobell

Finally get license mlm.

Walker Scobell

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