SpOtLeSs Chapter 20

Copyright 2012
Bailey Bradford



Chapter Twenty

How was he not supposed to worry? Dorso gnawed on the inside of his bottom lip as he stroked Adal’s arm. Adal seemed a lot calmer than Dorso felt. Then again, Dorso was trying his best to put forth an outward appearance of calm too. Inside he was freaking the fuck out and there was a riot of fear and worry banging around. Adal sighed and leaned across him on the couch, so that he was lying down with his neck and head in Dorso’s lap. His eyes were hea...