i’m just having a moment, i don’t think i’m ok. i hate him. i don’t like hating people, but i just put all my hate on him so i don’t have to hate anyone else so i can be a good person, you know to my grandma, to my friends, to your daughter. that’s all i want to say. i want to tell him to his face that i hate him but he doesn’t even have a face.
A leetle snip of that Zach/Owen thing I’m writing.
He squirmed but made no real effort to get away, his laughter trailing behind them as he was carried inside. “Look I know you like to play Alpha…”
“Play Alpha,” Owen gasped, incensed. “I am completely, undeniably, absolutely the Alpha, kid.”
“Until I get pissed off and you’re crawling all over yourself to make me happy,” Zach teased, letting out a little “oof” as he was tossed on the bed. His shorts dipped low on his hips, hair sticking up at weird angles as the salt water dried. He looked perfect.
“Yeah well, you’re a witch. You’ve got special powers over me.”