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“I told you that I would protect you. Even if you don't want me to," he whispered, moving closer and pulling me against him. "Some things are worth protecting”
― Taunting Destiny
― Taunting Destiny
“Ryder, we got a problem,” Ristan called from beyond the other side of the etched-glass shower door.
“Someone had better be dying, Ristan,” Ryder growled when he'd pulled
away from kissing me.
“They might be. You need to come see this.”
“We will be right there,” Ryder called out as I slid down his hard body.
He watched me with a smirk and then placed his hand on my arm to move me from beneath the water, so he could rinse off. I watched him, unable to pull my eyes off of his hands as they roved over his body.He was quicksand,
and I was sinking.
“Did you say we?” Ristan asked.
I blushed from my head to my Paint Your Toron-Toes Rose colored toenails. I opened the shower door and stepped out meeting Ristan's eyes. “Don't ask.”
“How the…did you sift into his shower?” he asked, bubbling with laughter.
“I said don't ask! It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping!” I shouted as both men laughed even harder.
“Real mature, just real fucking mature!”
― Taunting Destiny
“Someone had better be dying, Ristan,” Ryder growled when he'd pulled
away from kissing me.
“They might be. You need to come see this.”
“We will be right there,” Ryder called out as I slid down his hard body.
He watched me with a smirk and then placed his hand on my arm to move me from beneath the water, so he could rinse off. I watched him, unable to pull my eyes off of his hands as they roved over his body.He was quicksand,
and I was sinking.
“Did you say we?” Ristan asked.
I blushed from my head to my Paint Your Toron-Toes Rose colored toenails. I opened the shower door and stepped out meeting Ristan's eyes. “Don't ask.”
“How the…did you sift into his shower?” he asked, bubbling with laughter.
“I said don't ask! It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping!” I shouted as both men laughed even harder.
“Real mature, just real fucking mature!”
― Taunting Destiny
“Thanks for that by the way, not bad for a fucking Fairy—” I laughed—“get it? Fucking Fairy?” I snorted and closed my eyes.
“I get it,” he growled,”
― Fighting Destiny
“I get it,” he growled,”
― Fighting Destiny
“I scanned through another section finding yet another thing I wasn't about to let happen.
“You want to pick my clothes? What the hell is wrong with my clothes?”
His eyes took in my sleeveless top and sank lower as if he was sneering with disdain at my jeans. They were jeans for monkey butt’s sake!
“I have a certain reputation Synthia. I won’t have it smeared with being shadowed by a child who wears the clothes of an immature teenager.”
“I’m wearing jeans, half the country wears them!”
― Fighting Destiny
“You want to pick my clothes? What the hell is wrong with my clothes?”
His eyes took in my sleeveless top and sank lower as if he was sneering with disdain at my jeans. They were jeans for monkey butt’s sake!
“I have a certain reputation Synthia. I won’t have it smeared with being shadowed by a child who wears the clothes of an immature teenager.”
“I’m wearing jeans, half the country wears them!”
― Fighting Destiny
“We walked home in silence,which I guess was pretty normal, since he was a dog after all.When we arrived at the house, he wasn't impressed at all.In fact, he showed me just how unimpressed he was by growling at the walls for at least three straight hours.
“Enough already. The wall is not gonna bark back, Mister Fancy Pants!”
He growled at me.Maybe he didn’t like his name? “Don't pee on my carpet,no sniffing, no barking, and no chewing while I'm gone. Stay away from the coffee—touch it and you're gone.” He blinked at me and then snapped his head back at the walls and went back to circling them like a sentry—well,a growling, whining sentry. My cell phone rang, startling me, and I answered it.I winced as the dog continued to go off at the walls as if they would
attack him. “Stop barking!”
“What?” Ryder asked.
“I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Mister Fancy Pants.” I should seriously change his name. It was too long.
“Who the fuck is Mister Fancy Pants?”
I snickered as he said my dog's name. Coming out of his mouth,
it really sounded bad.”
― Taunting Destiny
“Enough already. The wall is not gonna bark back, Mister Fancy Pants!”
He growled at me.Maybe he didn’t like his name? “Don't pee on my carpet,no sniffing, no barking, and no chewing while I'm gone. Stay away from the coffee—touch it and you're gone.” He blinked at me and then snapped his head back at the walls and went back to circling them like a sentry—well,a growling, whining sentry. My cell phone rang, startling me, and I answered it.I winced as the dog continued to go off at the walls as if they would
attack him. “Stop barking!”
“What?” Ryder asked.
“I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Mister Fancy Pants.” I should seriously change his name. It was too long.
“Who the fuck is Mister Fancy Pants?”
I snickered as he said my dog's name. Coming out of his mouth,
it really sounded bad.”
― Taunting Destiny
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