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When Garjah said he planned to stay with me, I hadn’t realized exactly what that meant. I should have. His quarters were bigger than mine but not that much bigger. There was no extra bunk to unlatch from the wall, and he wasn’t about to roll a bed in from the corridor.
No, when Garjah came out of his bathroom facilities in a pair of extremely brief and tight shorts, he helped me in there. They’d changed me while I was out, so I was in a much looser pair of the same shorts and a loose shirt. Exhaustion weighed
Super Trooper #57 (13.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The park was within walking distance of the house. Chan had gone there with his family many times, and had often taken his siblings there on his own as well. Used primarily by children from nearby neighborhoods, it was filled with everything a child could hope for in a playground—swings and seesaws, equipment to climb on, a merry-go-round, and even small playhouses for sitting inside quietly with a book. Benches for the parents, of course. Shady trees dotted the park, inhabited by friendly squirrels whose antics were often amusing, and whose broad leaves provided relief from the sometimes harsh Texas sun. And of course picnic tables and bbq pits for those who enjoyed eating outdoors.
Rob pulled away from the Polar Freeze feeling satiated in a way he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t full but yet he didn’t feel like he could eat another bite.
Following Business US-67 into downtown Hoxie Ridge, he followed his GPS to the local Coldwell Banker realty office. The initial scouting he had done had shocked him, new housing started at $250,000 but existing stock was anywhere from $60,000 to $100,000.
As he turned down SW Front Street, he started counting the number of businesses that had some reference to Hogs or Razorbacks. Must be the local high school team mascot.
Phases of Moon: Part 74 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Grinning like a dope while he drove may have made Jimmy look like a fool, but he didn’t care. He and his wolf in absolute agreement was a rare event, and Jimmy intended to enjoy it while he could.
Sawyer loved him.
Accidental blurting or not, he would take it as proof and let it ease his doubts. Their relationship, for all its timid pacing, had been on a good path before the mauling pushed everything under a spotlight. Sawyer’s scent could still drive Jimmy to his knees, but he worried trauma cemented their final connection rather than honest desires between them.