Hawke

by Jescie Hall

I’m just blushing out of pure wholesomeness. Clearly.

right lol

“I’m sorry, you just...weren’t acting like you wanted me to stop.” “Does the word no mean nothing to you?” I snap. “Well, not when it’s followed up with a moaning yes.” He grins his cocky side grin. “You’re sending mixed signals.” “How’s this for a signal?” I say, flipping him off. “Again?” He tips his head. “So soon?”

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“So what is this then, Hawke? What’s happening between us?” He takes his wet fingers, turning me to face him again. “I don’t know. But it’s the worst feeling in the world.” The pain in the truth of what he’s emitting is palpable.

“It just never stops,” he says softly, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “What’s that?” I question, cocking my head. “Every second with you makes me need another,”

The pizza arrived about forty minutes later, interrupting our game of strip poker just before my shirt came off. “Goddammit!” he curses out, throwing his cards. “I’ve never been more mad at pizza in all my life,” he mutters, getting up, leaving me giggling in delight.

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