Tusk Love

by Thea Guanzon

She looked ready to faint. “Well, I never!” “You can ever,” he retorted.

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Guinevere was no stranger to the act. She’d kissed people before—girls in her dance classes, boys at Shimmer Ward parties. She knew what it meant when someone’s eyes darkened,

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“What do you mean there’s only one bed?” Oskar snapped.

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“Are you hungry?” he asked. “Do you want to eat first before we fight?”

She could feel the grit seeping into the crevices under her nails, along with bits of grain and mutton. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

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In fact, he looked like a fucking prince from a fucking fairy tale, and Guinevere was smiling back at him, and, fuck,

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I can go, Guinevere thought. I can just leave.

You can leave! Hit da bricks!