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Aura Hayes
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September 26 - October 4, 2025
The sound of grown men begging for mercy always brings a smile to my face.
And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” A sigh leaves my body, and I deflate. “You’re already dead.”
“What’s happening?” My arms shoot out in self-defense as I lean away from the clearly unhinged man in front of me. “You.” He squeaks out and puts his hands up in front of his mouth to rest on his chin like a little kid. “Me? I’m failing to see the point.” Tapping my booted foot on the ground I watch him continue to flail in confusion. “You. Called. Me. Zav.” A girly sounding teehee comes out of his mouth and I roll my eyes.
“I’ll take the couch.” She announces suddenly and I have to resist the urge to hold my hand to my chest like a Victorian child with the plague. “I think the fuck not,” I refute.
“Life is too short to not spend every minute letting your person know you love them. It doesn’t have to be some grand gesture every time. It could be leaving flowers on the table, sending a quick message, or cleaning up after each other without saying a word.”