Fun things about walking home at 1am with music in your headphones and alcohol in your system:
- there’s no one around to see you skipping up the road all silly-like
- the streetlights make everything look like Halloween
- nothing MATTERS
The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…
AND I FOR ONE AM HERE FOR IT!
Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =)
Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store.
As always, I hope you enjoy!
know…you didn’t have to walk me
arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making
those (so unfairly gorgeous) green
eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had
made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she
had been worried until she realized that oh,
had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush
on your son’s teacher?