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Casey Fincher
from the dead
POSTED ON Jul 31, 2022 20:49:18 GMT
Summer just made his eyes light up sometimes. If it wasn’t clear already. his Love Language was physical contact. He always offered to carry her places, and even now with his hands on the mend he wanted to hold hers. So when she curled up and wrapped her legs around his waist, he smiled. He leaned in until he was just ontop of her. Just letting her catch his body heat. “So you fell on purpose.”
Casey smiled. Why, it was like it used to be, between them. He’d said that they couldn’t be what they were, but he just wanted it, so badly. He started to blush. Casey glanced aside and thought for a second. “We can always go back.”
He thought for a second. It was the first time they’d met. He was tall enough to reach things higher on the tree for her. Would’ve put her on his shoulders if she asked.
Casey nodded as she snorted. He kind of liked the idea of being subjected to the water pressure, his legs toughening up as a result. He paused, then relayed this to her. “That sounds cool, actually. Like… I used to go on fishing trips with my uncles while dad was at work. It’d be like that feeling times a thousand. …That Treecko you saw was the first thing I caught on land."
His weird, charmed past sort of spilled out. His love for fishing, his past as a competitive swimmer and male model… Why, he was drafted into the sexy firefighter calendar to raise funds, because his mom was a radio operator.
She made intimations that she needed to sleep soon. The little yawn. Leaning into his hand and slouching. ”Oka~ay! G’night, babe.” His next move was a little less ambitious. Casey rolled off of her, onto his side. He then patted a hand on the covers infront of him, hoping she’d curl around him.
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