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If the snow didn’t melt by the time he was meant to leave, he was just going to have to stay forever. Squatters’ rights and all.
Me
No drooling, Eli reminded himself. Close your damned mouth.
It was Noah’s turn to narrow his eyes as he sipped at the last of his beer. He was twenty-one. He could drink. He could vote. He could even register a mating bite.
😏
Spencer, who’d dive-bombed on top of him on the bed and was now rubbing his nose into Noah’s hair, obnoxiously scenting him as Noah fought for his life.
🤣
baby.”
1ST BABY
Horny god give me strength.
Something deep and primal in Eli had growled out, No. Mine. My alpha.
“I’d like to be your boyfriend,” Noah told him immediately, keeping up his steady streak of having absolutely zero chill.
“Cool. I’ll manage the head case.” “I’ll show you head case,” Spencer growled, and then there was the distinct sound of tussling.
😂
I can’t just be springing surprise gifts on you when you’re undercaffeinated. That was my bad, for sure.”
“Because his designation is officially ‘mouthy little shit,’ that’s why.”
It just … hurt.
It hadn’t smelled like a “besties thing.” It had smelled more like a claiming.
His knuckles were bruised. Strange.
