I'm fairly sure there's nothing here in Darrow that's at all fair, but I can't deny that Jack's words fill me with warmth all the same. The feel of his warm hands slipping up under my shirt doesn't hurt either.
"Maybe it's selfish to want both, but I kinda do," I admit, grazing my fingers over his pecs and then down the center of his chest. "Can you imagine if we could make it work back home? I bet I'd make a pretty good WAG. And if you did sign with the Falconers, you wouldn't be too far away. I bet there's a bus that goes straight to Providence, even. Might not be impossible."
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Date: 2016-09-24 06:59 am (UTC)"Maybe it's selfish to want both, but I kinda do," I admit, grazing my fingers over his pecs and then down the center of his chest. "Can you imagine if we could make it work back home? I bet I'd make a pretty good WAG. And if you did sign with the Falconers, you wouldn't be too far away. I bet there's a bus that goes straight to Providence, even. Might not be impossible."