|| he's not gone i promise he's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promisehe's not gone i promise
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╱ sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for mike sam waiting for m
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|| I promise I'm still here, I'm still writing Ward. And Mike. And Everyone Else. Life is just... life-ing very hard right now and I have little energy for creativity.
Someone wise told me I cannot pour from an empty cup, and they were right.
I will be back properly asap 💛
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⠀Uh... that's a whole lot of sitting around, Giddings. You're don't... Uh... Sure, we can do that. How about the batting cages? That way you can test out your fly swatting abilities in relative safety...
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i wouldn't hurt a fly ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ unless that fly was a crazy killer. or something. seriously, mike! we should go to a ballgame sometime. it sounds like it could be really fun.
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⠀Oh, I'm sure if it came down to it you could hit a home run. Using someone's head as the ball might get you in trouble though, Sam so maybe you could try the real thing next time...
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i wasn't going to let anyone—or any𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 hurt you.
though, to be fair, i don't know if i could achieve a swing like that again. not unless i joined major league baseball ﹒ ﹒ ﹒
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hers with a possessive groan that vibrated through him from head to toe. Quick fingers made short work of her shirt, tearing at the buttons with practiced ease as he held her in place with the deep grind of his hips.
"First I gotta make my bunny moan."
So long could be forever, or it could be a day. Whichever it was, it was far too long, especially for a deluded man who craved nothing but the soft body currently pinned to the door in front of him.
"Later..."
He took her mouth without hesitation, curling his tongue around -
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There wasn't a whole lot of time between Mike's question and the sudden sensation of him crowding her against the door—at least, not enough to make any other sound than a gasp, followed by sweet, soft laughter. Every movement she made was involuntary, ►
... 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘵.
Right.
Almost like she read his mind.
"Oh yeah? Like...?"
Her fingers were like fire on his skin, hot tendrils searing his flesh in quick bursts as one by one she dealt with his buttons.
Some of them, anyway.
Mike was too impatient to wait. And he certainly -
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⠀﹒ ﹒ ﹒ 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵.
jesus, sam. he's just a friend, just a friend﹒ ﹒ ﹒ 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙﹒ ﹒ ﹒
and friends didn't do this. but sam didn't want anything to change, because it was mike's uninhibited desire for her she looked forward to just as much as his ►
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didn't care about the wine anymore. Unlike his burning desire for release inside Sam's tight body, it could wait. He took a step forward and pressed her into the back of the door before she could react, lifting her easily so her mouth was level with his.
"... cos I can give -