I’ve had a long day, so I’m gonna head to bed. Leaving you with a little snippet of the Hal-smut.
The door swings open, making your heart nearly shoot out of your chest, a frightened yelp escaping you before you clap your hand over your mouth. You know you’re lost the second you look into Hal’s eyes, his pupils dilated, shirt only half done up. That doesn’t mean you won’t try to resist.
“Hal.” His name is easy, familiar on your lips, but the rest of your words are locked up in your throat.
“Didn’t figure I’d see you again, sugar,” he says, voice silky; a pleasant tone that lulls you into some sense of comfort. “Least of all here.”