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Don’t Look Back #49 (9.6) by Julie Lynn Hayes
They drew back for a moment, so Lee could make the toast he’d promised. Marshall had to admit he was curious to see how the champagne tasted, but mostly he wanted to hear what Lee had to say. Lee cleared his throat.
“I know I’m not the most eloquent man in the world. I have no real words that are adequate to tell you how much I love you, but I’m going to try. You mean everything to me, Marshall. You are my world and my joy, and I love you with everything I am. I promise that I shall always love you, and I’ll always be there for you. I’ll stand beside you, no matter what, for the rest of our days together, may they be many. I give to you all I am, now and forever.”
Evans Woodworking: Chapter 5 by Jim Dunaway
Troy reluctantly asked if Ethan’s wounds were self-inflicted. Caught completely off-guard by the question, the doctor replied, “No, they weren’t. I can’t be sure, but it looks like he was hit by a vehicle of some sort. Why would you ask that?”
“He just found out he’s HIV positive. He was infected intentionally.” Troy paused for a minute, considering how much he should reveal. Since Sam was a doctor and a close friend to all of them, he decided to tell him everything. “Sam, Ethan was gangbanged by several guys. The person who infected him admitted to doing it intentionally,
Fortitude: Part Thirty-three by Cia Nordwell
The stone scraped as I lifted it up and slid it off to the side. I winced and froze, ready to slip it back into place if necessary. Listening intently, I ignored the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and tried to keep my breath slow and steady.
“I don’t think there are any guards down here,” I said. I heaved myself out of the hole. No Name followed me. Teddy was trickier; I had him turn with his back to me so I could lock my arms around his chest and help pull him up until he could
Shipwreck, Part III by Avery Dawes
A soft snore escaped Foster’s parted lips. Lips that looked soft and oh so kissable.
Will shook his head. Now was not the time to entertain thoughts of molesting the man he rescued. The part-time sailor must have had a rough time of it out on the water last night. He’d never seen someone fall asleep so quickly after just eating bacon. Will knew better than to think it was his fabulous cooking skills that did the trick. He hoped it wasn’t his quiet, stoic personality.
Moving quietly, so as to not disturb his guest, Will cleaned up the breakfast…