Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
He’s practically shaking with laughter as he lays on the floor with the defeat and amusement brought by not being harassed by the wet willy Colt tries to do. He rubs at his face, sucks in a deep breath as he peers up at her between his fingers, seeing the golden strands of her hair reaching for him like long fingers. “Gods,” he groans around a laugh, starting to sit up again.
It’s that time which Colt lets the joke leave her lips and Thorn barks a laugh as she starfishes across his bed. “Oy, I’ve earned the bed.” He retorts back – not that she hasn’t with all the hard work she’s done with Hak Etme, but the bruises that dot his body above his collar and hidden behind the shirt and shorts he wears proves he’s earned it too.
So he finally stands and bullies his way into the bed, too, pushing her over toward the wall side without any remorse what so ever, flashing a bright grin at her.
It’s that time which Colt lets the joke leave her lips and Thorn barks a laugh as she starfishes across his bed. “Oy, I’ve earned the bed.” He retorts back – not that she hasn’t with all the hard work she’s done with Hak Etme, but the bruises that dot his body above his collar and hidden behind the shirt and shorts he wears proves he’s earned it too.
So he finally stands and bullies his way into the bed, too, pushing her over toward the wall side without any remorse what so ever, flashing a bright grin at her.
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
