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Casey Fincher
from the dead
POSTED ON Jul 28, 2022 23:41:34 GMT
He was so lucky to get to see this again. To see her ogling him, all the while tossing and turning. She wasn’t putting on a show by any stretch of the imagination, but it was so hot seeing her like this, in her underwear. He loved putting his XL shirts on her, why, they went so low he could pretend she didn’t have underwear on. “Why wait? I’m right here with my shirt off.”
Summer rolled again, landing on him. Her hands traced him all over, nails denting but not quite parting skin, whose sensitivity was at an all time low. That is, until a hand of hers reached the nape of his neck. Why, he was like a cat, in that way. His muscles seemed to relax all over, and he rolled his head back, trying to minimize that area, but it was all over once her fingers found it. He started to laugh, his chest expanding and contracting. A little tear reached his eye. Casey tilted his head to one side, and looked to her. She was onboard with the garden, and outdoor space. He smiled, and could already picture it. “Once we settle, I’d like to plant bamboo around the perimeter, so too much sun doesn’t kill our plants. I’ll take care of it myself.”
Casey smiled, looking down at her. She curled around, turning and holding his face. He couldn’t help but reach a hand out to slowly pull her in, by a spot between her shoulders. He planted a kiss on her lips, sure, but he didn’t linger.
Casey then glanced away as they circled back to the other thing he brought up. His initiation. She asked if it was someone she knew. Casey glanced away, and reached for words. Why, he’d be tugging at his collar comically if he still had a shirt on. “I… that depends. On a lot, really. Do you know a girl with prominent face scars? Kinda short? Goes by @trish . You’re welcome to be there, but I’m probably in for some hazing, maybe a little property destruction."
He said, trying to reassure her before anything else. He didn’t want coffee at noon to be construed as a date, or anything, after all they’ve said to eachother that night. He didn’t seem to recognize the name she brought up. He tilted his head to one side and thought for a second. She offered to protect him, and that was fine. His other obligations were few and far between, but the name she brought up wasn’t ringing any bells. He shrugged it off for now, and for the time being couldn’t wait to meet THEO BECKETT , to see if he really was that bad.
”If I go missing again, you’ll be the first to know.”
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