“Can’t this thing go any faster?”
“Are you too hot?” Hazard stretched across Somers, his big, ropy muscles pressed against Somers’s chest as he fumbled with the window. “You need some air.”
“Just get off me.” Somers shoved Hazard back into his seat and took a deep breath. That damn pomade, too.
“What the hell is your deal?”
“If you shift one more time, I’m going to—I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
— Feb 02, 2023 06:13AM
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