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“He’s the reason I see pixie dust,” I tell my mom.

“My touch, my kisses, they’re all yours,” I say, my lips ghosting over his ear. “Every last one of them. Yours.”

“Sounds like I must be dreaming. If I am, stay here with me, Oak?” My breath stutters out of me, Lawson’s skin warm and solid and real beneath my touch. I promise him what I know to be the absolute truth. “I’m not going anywhere.”💖

“It’s just… You have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen, Oak.” It takes me a long, long time to answer him. “You think so?” “Always have. Everything is right in the world when you’re looking at me.”♥️

I never said I was a rational man when it comes to Lawson Darling. I’ve been his in some form or another my entire life. Friends seems like an inadequate word for a person you’d travel into literal Hell for. I just pray the flames don’t consume me whole.❤️

“That you’re looking for someone to fuck you tonight and is he interested?” “That direct?” Lawson asks, the sweet summer child.🤣🤣🤣

“You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.” I could have Lawson, it would seem. If I’m willing to sacrifice my heart.

The sun is low in the sky. The wind is blowing gently. If I squint, I can almost see pixies flitting on the breeze. Almost. My best friend is home. Maybe that’s magic enough for me.

A few seconds later, I hear, “Did you pack up my goddamn sex toys?” “Nothing to be ashamed about,” I call. “Sex is a perfectly healthy activity for a man your age.” “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“They never treated you the way you deserve.” My heart thumps. “And what do I deserve?” Warm brown eyes hold mine, and I wait for the blow to my chest I know is coming. It does, a second later, with one concise word. “Everything.”💖

“The way you were looking at Dawson, I just wish someone would look at me that way. I guess you could say I got jealous when you got jealous of that store clerk.”

“Is it stupid to say I wish I could touch you all the time?” Graham asked softly, rubbing his thumb across the back of Thad’s hand. “Not unless it’s stupid for me to say I want that too.”

“I wish you could leave marks,” Graham whispered roughly.🔥

Just irritated 😒

When this all ends up the way I said so, and I’m crying ‘cause you told me to chase him?” “I won’t need to. Tom will hold you. He’ll never let go of you, either.”

“Creed... my sweet Creed,” Angel whispers, cupping my face and nuzzling it with a soft smile. “I know we’ve only had such a short time together, but… I love you too. You make me feel so whole. Like I’m finally home.”🥰🥰

He’s an idiot. If you were mine, I would never let you go.”

Rafe spoke before he could take it back or something. “If I was yours, I wouldn’t want you to,” he said and then he skated away because holy shit, did I really say that?

Rafe settled beside him, making a happy noise as he rested his cheek against Mickey’s leg. “Why is this so nice?” he asked. Mickey rested a hand on the sliver of bare skin between Rafe’s shorts and shirt, thinking, Because you’re finally where you belong.

My little hare, darting through the woods without knowing that the forest itself loved him.

He’s perfect. And he’s all mine. Just as much as Irina is mine.💗

what would I tell them? “I loved being told what to do and suck cock, can we do it again?” That’s preposterous.🤣🤣

“Coward.” I smile, waiting for my wife to show up. Then I blanch when I see the gun in her hand and her taking aim at me. “Shit!”