Street Vagabond

She held her hands up. ‘I don’t want your money, I don’t do drugs, and while I’m sure you’re cute all cleaned up, right now you kind of need a shower before I could make any final opinion.’ She slid her dagger away. ‘Follow. Don’t follow. I’m tired, and I’m getting out of the way before the cleanup crew arrives.’ She turned and started walking away from him.

Greg was not used to things like that. People generally wanted something in his experience. Still, the idea of food an a shower had him following after her. “What’s your name?”

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“Like what?” He asked curiously. Ashley was still rather naive for someone that had been living on the street for a while. He didn’t believe someone would actually go to the lengths of killing him if he was doing his best to please them. He was very wrong. “I’m not sure I could do much protecting even if I had something to help. I mean… I’m not exactly the strongest man around.”

“Neither am I, but there are ways to be careful after who ya go home with.” Greg eyed him a moment, brushing his fingers through his messy hair. “Like hittin’ someone to get them to let go along enough for you to get away or at least spray them with pepper spray so you can get away.” He shook his head, “I’m not the strongest guy either. Oh and try not to drink anythin’ without watchin’ them make it.”

#ashleyisanangel

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“ – why wouldn’t I be? “

“Ya got a spaced out look on your face is all.” He shouldn’t have said anything about that considering he zoned out all the damn time.

#orphcn

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Danny laughed with malice, throwing the wet, opened bag of meth at Gregory.

“You high, son? You legit bought with without realizing i’d been tainted? Or was you the one who smoked it?”

Greg caught the bag, almost dropping it. “Don’t smoke meth. Hell, don’t normally buy it.” It was not his particular area of expertise. “What was wrong with it?”

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He grinned, pleased by her reaction. His fingers repeated the motion, wanting to see her squirm in an entirely different way. It was cute. She was cute.

Gia smacked at his hands lightly, rolling onto her side to avoid the tickling sensation. “I might kick ya if ya keep it up!” She gave him a playful smile.

He caught her hand and laced their fingers together. ‘Quit that.’ He rolled them slowly and pinned her wrist to the mattress, catching her lips. With a smirk, his free hand shimmied down and tested her sides to see if she was ticklish.

Gia laughed as they rolled, grinning up at him. She was relaxed for the first time in awhile. She kissed him back, squirming a bit as his fingers brushed the scar on her side. Probably the only part of her that was ticklish.

‘You’re honest. I can’t say that about anyone these days.’ He twitched a bit under her touch, finding it ticklish.

“Try to be at least.” No point in lying. Either way, she wasn’t very good at it. She smiled, brushing her thumb in lazy circles to see if she could get him to twitch again.

‘Why have you bothered with me for so long?’ Because he couldn’t really explain why he wanted her around. But the thought of her leaving left a weird ache inside of him.

Gia slid her hand along his chest slowly, tracing circles around one of his nipples. “You’re nice. Can’t say that about a lot of people nowadays.”

He still thought it was the pot talking, but he wasn’t going to argue with her anymore. Not with having her wrapped up in his arms this snugly.

Gia curled her much smaller frame against him and kissed along his collarbone before settling her forehead just under his chin. “Don’t know why you’ve bothered with me for so long.”

He arched a brow. ‘I’ve never had a girl think muscles were comfortable before. Nice. Fun to explore. But not comfortable.’

“You’re still soft regardless of muscles, ya know.” She chuckled against his lips.

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“…”

“Hoe, seriously?”