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winked at my aunt before continuing.
Time of death by w-bomb is 8%
I caught Bert’s eye and winked at him. Gadleigh’s house manager
Zombification of corpse sets in at9%
I said with a wink.
Pellagra afflicts the zombified corpse at 12%
There was no mistaking the slight hitch of breath that came out of him. And if my ears hadn’t heard it, my dick still would have.
Excellent!
His grin was cheeky and accompanied by a wink.
Are you just fucking with me, Author? Really?!
That wink.
AGAIN?!
with a wink in my direction. The wink made my heart do little twirly things.
Twofer. Oh the sheer JOY of being w-bombed like Im London and Author has V2s galore.
“Agh, god. Fuck,” I panted against the side of his face, trying every sort of mental gymnastics to keep myself from coming too soon. “Ffft.”
Happy happy happy memories
I winked at him then and leaned in to kiss his reddened lips.
Kee fuckin RIST way to ruin a mood
That was one of the shitty aspects of being single. No one to touch, no warm body to cling to on a cold night in bed, no one to complain to when things didn’t go your way.
But the converse is the reward
“You’re going to burn in hell,” I muttered. “As long as they have an espresso machine, I’m cool with it. Thank you, Fee. I owe you one,”
Ppl love this yutz more than he merits
“That’s not exactly fair to the woman involved,” I grumbled, grasping at straws. “Maybe not. But whoever signs up for this will obviously be getting a lot out of the bargain.” His voice held sarcasm, and I knew he’d spent hours upon hours in his head trying to justify his future actions.
Which isnt exactly anything new...
“You’re worth it.” Before they had a chance to sprout goddamned lovey-dovey angels out of their eyeballs, I skedaddled and made my way as quietly as I could to my quarters.
Ha!!
need it so badly.
Bad not badly
But most of all, when I limped out of bed the next morning, I heard the quiet echo of his last words mumbled into my hair in the middle of the night. I’m not sure I can live without you.
Sob
Then she snorted a little and winked at me.
The blessed absence over, we resume our regular schedule of w-bombing innocent readers.
Liorland’s King Gabriel IV,
Theyre all named Lior...?
The fact that in five hundred years, nothing had fucking changed.
Weeellllll...
courtesan,
No. Courtier not courtesan!
Lio only surfaced late at night. When the lights were out and the doors were closed, and the feel of the cool, soft sheets slid across his legs as he imagined Felix’s tight warm channel clasped around his cock. As the scream of his climax went straight into the thick down pillows with someone else’s royal crest embroidered on the case. As the hot splash of his tears could evaporate before morning when Lior would rise again and take charge of the day.
Like all powerful queers always.
The two of them exchanged looks again before focusing back on me. It was Doc who spoke next. “Because without your grandfather, I wouldn’t have survived losing my wife and raising our children. That friendship saved me, Felix.” I noticed Grandpa’s eyes fill as he reached for Doc’s hand and looked away.
Maybe the best moment yet.
“If you don’t get your scrawny ass down here, I’m quitting the royal service and he can dress himself. I’d be just as happy dressing the rich and famous at Hermès.”
Arthur!The tea, man.
Monaco’s hoi polloi.
That does not mean "haut ton."
“Dammit, Fee. I’m the one who’s sorry.
Fee? His gparents call him that.
The man would carry a dying elephant up a mountain if that’s where the elephant’s favorite pillow was.
Perfect
He gave me a look like I was a simpleton who needed the Cliff Notes version of life’s lessons. “You already are what he needs and what he deserves, and from that little outburst I can tell he’s what you need and deserve too. What’s stopping you?”
Ha!
I wondered if my abhorrence of the media included the comprehensive coverage that would surely follow the cold-blooded murder of a lovely art history professor in the music room of the royal palace in Monaco.
Im goin with yes, Felix.
“That kid is pretty smart,” Doc said with a wink.
Gawd i hope this is the last w-bomb
That was my heart right there, and it was walking around free as if it didn’t belong in the center of my chest.
Got it bad, boyo.
he said with a cheeky wink.
Alas alack and welladay, i am not to be granted surcease from the goddamned w-bomb
Arthur winking
No. No more. Stop already, the storys almost over.
“Skedaddle?” The corner of Felix’s mouth twitched up. “I’m from Texas, sugar lips. Get used to it.”
Other ppl dont say skedaddle? How very odd.
He took the opportunity to wink at me,
SURELY THERES NO ROOM FOR ANOTHER ONE
JEEBUS RED ROARING CHRIST
