'What's taking him so long' I thought to myself, wondering why it always took him so long to get changed after the game. Other players had already left and he was still in the change room. I decided to go in, who cares who is still in there, there just guys, I've seen naked guys before. Heading in the change room I see him sitting in the corner. 'Wha...
Chapter 3: If You Play with Fire... ***** On Saturday mornings, I set my alarm for 4:20. Just a little stoner humour to amuse myself. Grady's arm snaked around my waist and he buried his face in the back of my neck before muttering a single "no" at the alert from my phone. I hit snooze and rolled over to face his warmth, hooking my leg over his hip, strok...
I sit on the La-Z-Boy in Josh and I's apartment, my hands clasped tightly together, turning white, as I attempt to calm the screaming of my nerves. Patrick stood by the window, peering steadily out into the darkness that had finally set over Starkfield. Josh had called only moments before, his speaking voice breathless with panic, informing us that an in...
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