Wings of Momentum

id claim to my th

joyed dying, cause it hurt, very much. It didn't matter what way I died, I would

ting rid of his words. I wasn't

e water dripping from his wet hair and riding down his chest like a ski slope. I gathered en

ed to admire the ceiling fan. Even though I was purpos

n Street that should still be open at this hour. Do you need anything while I am

nd the bedroom door was open. I started arguing with myself if going out this late was reason

is in the black bottle, wipe bathroom down when you're done." He t

was wearing a plain thin white t-shirt that enhanced his firm chest and the flannel pants that sported tiny little Corgi

ke the idea of going someplace 'safe' when I feel safe enough h

, I felt the softness of the shirt.

s hanging from my hand and yanked me hard enough

and I won't have any issue showing you. No matter how much you end up

, almost between my legs. My resolve was slipping as I wanted to taste the dominance of the kiss he forced on me earlier. I couldn't, I had rules, but

how much you seem to resist." His

ment he felt it he let me go. Being restrained

our hands. This is work for me, not a date." I put as much warnin

nt to the bathroom fo

ng on what could be going through Cash's mind, I suddenly figured he was trying to get rid of me. Not every person or Other is keen to havi

a pissing contest between us because I am sure whoever was hired for the hit knows where he is, and will start keeping track of his daily movements. Deciding,

ork shirt he gave me. It was soft against my skin, so it felt nice. Picking up my hoodi

ssues arise and I will do my best to be a hero, with payment

type of payment he'd be wanting, even if I did need help. I texted him back a polite no thanks,

lay the ground work for keeping his butt in live status. Walking out

iggle. I found it amusing that he was snoring so loud and with every breath in and out, his hair was waving. I tried tiptoeing closer, and bent down close enough to see how thic

happened to him, the world would miss out. With his skin complexion and hair color, I am sure he'd make some really gorgeous puppies. Amusing my self with the thought, I realized it's a good thing I wasn't ever going to go

the blanket, I debated gently placing it on him or tossing it at him. The heartstrings won and I attempted cover him gently. I managed the best I could, he was at least half covered. At one point I reac

ay. As I turned to head back to the couch, I felt a yank on the shirt I was wearing. I stopped. Did he see me st

snack on. Stay out of the bedroom, use the couch for sleep. We will talk in the morning." I stood there with no reaction to