#part 3

[laziilee]

Avpol Avpol this is for me and the other 20 Avpol enjoyers

[lewlewlemon-44]

simon ‘ghost’ riley is the only one who will stick up for price’s beloved secretary, pt.3

(part one, part two, part four)

The burns healed well, and quickly.

A few red marks, sensitive to the touch for only a few days, then it disappeared thankfully.

However, what hasn’t disappeared, is the growing tension between yourself and the one and only Simon Riley.

I mean of course things are going to be awkward since he saw you sat in your bra—

But this feels more personal than just ‘awkwardness’.

Youve even caught him staring a few times.

It always starts the same way, that feeling of being looked at, then when you turn to face him, his gaze is immediately averted and he pretends nothing happened.

You thought it would’ve been a one time thing.. or just something that lingered for a week or two.

But no,

It’s now been a whole month of small talk and awkward interactions at the coffee station.

And it’s always Simon making a comment telling you not to get it spilled on your shirt again.

Which you can’t help but laugh at, even when it gets repetitive.

It stays this way until one night..

It’s late, very late.

You decided to put in some overtime, because of course Price chose to suddenly dump a bunch of files on your desk for you to sort through—

Due fucking tomorrow.

And you’re already exhausted from a whole day of meetings with Laswell and making sure he doesn’t mess anything up.

It also turns out that on this same day, Simon was staying too.

You’re in the middle of reading, the silence in the office feels eerily comforting at this time.

But it’s interrupted by the thuds of heavy footsteps, you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

Simon stops right in front of your desk, hands low on his hips. And his crotch right in your eye line.

Before he notices how flustered you are, your eyes dart up to meet his through the mask.

“Price has you doin’ even more work?”

His voice is hoarse, likely from yelling at recruits all day. But god is it hot..

You give him a polite smile and nod, grabbing another piece of paper from the pile as you begin to speak—

“Yeah.. I don’t know how long I’ll be here for”

Simon smirks as you roll your eyes, he knows this is the last thing you want to do on a Friday evening.

All his does his hum back, and begins to turn around to walk away.

Classic Simon.

He always does this, leaves the moment he knows you want more.

Normally you just let him leave, you’re not a chaser, right..?

Well, guess things have changed tonight. Because for some reason you find yourself calling his name before standing up from your seat.

He looks back over his shoulder,

“Do you mind helping me? There’s.. quite a lot.” You look down at the pile to try and emphasise your point.

Simon pauses for one moment, even surprised himself. But what kind of man is he if he says no to a woman who needs help?

And not just any woman— it’s you.

“mhm, sure luv”

You try to ignore the pet names, but the sudden feeling between your thighs reminds you just how much Simon affects you.

About an hour later, the files had finally been done.

At first it was quiet, sort of awkward with the underlying tension.

But now, the conversation is thankfully beginning to set off—

“.. and then I heard Soap telling Gaz about what happened in the break room last month.. yknow the coffee thing?”

Yes.. you’re rambling. But Simon doesn’t mind, not one bit.

He nods along to make sure you know he’s listening, now leaning back in his seat with arms folded loosely.

“hm… ye’ i wouldn’t forget that”

“Well anyway, then Soap began to whisper about it. I think he realised I could literally hear them clear as day.. and then Gaz started to smirk and agree with whatever was going on.”

You take a bit of a breath and continue,

“So basically, Soap thinks that there’s something going on between us.” You don’t realise how blunt that sounds until the words leave your mouth.

Simon just shrugs nonchalantly, and you’re shocked by what he says next..

“Well, he’s not exactly wrong hm?”

You genuinely have no response, which causes him to smirk once more.

When you’ve gathered your thoughts, Simon speaks before you can.

“Unless I’ve been overthinkin’ it.”

You immediately shake your head, probably too eagerly.

“No.. no, I mean. I just didn’t know that you thought it was like that.”

“Why wouldnt I?”

“Well.. you’re a bit well known for not having feelings..”

Now that causes a gruff chuckle to leave him, much to your surprise.

“I s’pose yur right.”

It’s silent after that. Not anything bad, not at all.

It’s a comfortable silence, like a break for both of you to think how to word whatever’s coming next.

“So.. what is it that you’ve been feeling exactly?” Your curiosity gets the better of you, you need to know whether he’s thinking of this in the same way that you are..

“Well, all I know is that I struggle not ta think bout you bent over this desk righ’ now.”

The wetness in your panties is even shocking you now, you don’t know what to say..

Simon is never usually this bold, but you can’t help but love it—

“I.. wow”

Next thing you know, you’re sat on top of your desk, Price’s files scattered and forgotten about, with Simon’s lips on yours.

He stands between your open legs, causing your skirt to ride up much higher then you would usually allow—

One of Simon’s large gloved hands rests at the back of you head, helping you tilt it up to meet him.

The kiss starts off slow, but you gain confidence rather quickly.

Your arms rest on his broad shoulders, and your tongue makes its way to his.

Simon’s other hand moves down your waist to quickly scoop under your ass and lift you up.

You’re taken by surprise, and as you let out a quick high pitched noise; your legs automatically wrap around his torso.

You wish that you could see his full face, but you understand his boundaries and are grateful that he’s even trusted you enough to lift it to just below his nose.

And luckily, that gives you enough space to plant long kisses along his sharp jawline and neck.

Specifically his pulse point.

His hand begins to creep underneath your blouse—

Just against your lower back and it causes an involuntary shiver.

“this alrigh’?” he mumbles quickly, and you hum in approval.

The tent in his cargos is also undeniable now, and you both know it.

But nobody wants to break apart long enough to say anything about it.

Suddenly one of the doors to the office bursts open.. but none of you are paying enough attention to hear it.

Well, Simon does. But he doesn’t want to stop.

Then a loud cough is finally what captures your attention.

You pull back and look over Simon’s shoulder to see, Captain Price.

“What happened to those files I gave to you, y/n?”

His tone is extremely authoritative, and you instantly know you’re both fucked.

[lovzy7]

SUNGHOON'S CAR • N. RIKI

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( 니시무라 리키 ) In which - (Part 3) You get a ride home from Riki because of the weather, one thing leads to another, and the two of you end up hooking up in Sunghoon’s car… he definitely won’t be thrilled about that. Or will he?

~2.3K

Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, angst, heavy sexual tension, brother’s best friend, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, car sex, fingering, oral sex (male rec), multiple orgasms, rough sex, risk of getting caught

now playing ‧₊˚♪ : The Hills by The Weeknd

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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall flickered once, casting long shadows across the empty rows of seats. I shoved my laptop into my bag, watching the rain lash against the tall windows in relentless waves. The storm had rolled in sometime during my 8 PM class, and now, at 9:45, it showed no signs of stopping.

I pulled out my phone, the screen illuminating my face in the dim light. My fingers hovered over Jake's contact for a moment before I pressed call. The line rang twice before he picked up, and I could already hear the chaos of what sounded like the entire group in the background.

"Hey, sis. What's up?"

"Jake, my class just ended and it's raining like crazy. Can you come pick me up?"

I heard muffled voices, someone shouting something about a game, and then Jake's voice came back, slightly more distant. "Ah, shit. I don't have the car tonight. Plus I'm with the boys; Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, Riki. We're all here at the house."

I bit my lip, watching the rain pour down. Riki was there. My pulse quickened at the thought, memories of our first two encounters flooding back—Fuck.

"Can't one of them come get me? I really don't want to walk in this."

There was a pause, more muffled conversation. I could hear Jake asking, "Hey, anyone got their car? Ari’s stuck on campus."

I heard various responses; Sunghoon's car was available, but he was drinking. Someone else offered something I couldn't quite catch. Finally, Jake came back. "Yeah, okay. Sit tight."

"Thanks, Jake. Love you."

"Love you too. Stay dry."

The call ended, and I leaned against the wall near the entrance, watching the rain sheet down. My heart was already starting to beat a little faster.

Twenty minutes passed. I watched the headlights cut through the rain, watched a familiar black car pull up. Sunghoon's car. My breath caught as the window rolled down.

Riki.

He was wearing a black hoodie, pulled up over his hair. Even from here, even in the rain, I could see the shape of him.

I pushed through the glass doors, making a run for the car. Cold rain splashed against my legs as I hurried across the pavement, trying to avoid getting drenched. I was only wearing a shirt and a sweater; a reminder to never trust autumn weather, no matter how cute the Pinterest fit looked.

"Hey." His voice was low, rough around the edges.

I shouldered my bag, trying to look casual, like my pulse wasn't hammering in my throat. "Haii. Thanks for coming."

"No problem."

The first five minutes passed in tense silence. The wipers slapped back and forth, the rain hammering the roof. Riki kept his eyes locked on the road, both hands on the wheel, body rigid.

i know he waas tryign to avoid me, trying to forget what we did.

I watched him from the corner of my eye. The way his jaw was set. The way his fingers kept flexing on the steering wheel. The way his breathing was just slightly too fast.

"You know," I said, my voice casual, "I was thinking about you during class today."

He didn't respond.

"I was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, supposed to be taking notes about Renaissance art. But all I could think about was your hands on my hips. Your mouth on my neck." I let my hand drift to my own thigh, tracing slow circles on my lace tights. "Got so wet I had to cross my legs."

"Stop." The word came out strangled.

"Why? Am I making you uncomfortable, Riki?" I shifted, letting my knees fall open slightly. "Or am I making you hard?"

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

"I thought about how good your tongue felt. How you made me scream. How you filled me up so perfectly—"

A sharp inhale. His knuckles were bone-white.

"Fuck." The car swerved slightly as he yanked the wheel, pulling off the main road into a dark, empty parking lot. An abandoned shopping center, closed for months. No lights. No cameras. Just rain and darkness.

He killed the engine.

The sudden silence was deafening. Just the rain pounding against the car, our ragged breathing, the distant rumble of thunder.

Riki turned to me, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. The restraint was gone. The guilt was gone. What was left was pure, raw hunger.

"You're a fucking menace, you know that?"

"I know." I smiled, slow and wicked. "But you love it."

"I hate it." But he was already reaching for me, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling me toward him. "I hate that I can't stay away from you."

"Then stop trying."

His mouth crashed against mine, and it wasn't gentle. It was desperate, hungry, weeks of pent-up tension exploding in a single kiss. His teeth grazed my lower lip, tongue pushing past, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands finding the hem of his hoodie, needing to feel skin.

He pulled back just long enough to drag his hoodie over his head and throw it aside. Before I could catch my breath, his hands found my waist, pulling me with him into the cramped back seat.

His fingers found my pussy, sliding through my wet folds. I was soaked, dripping, my body betraying exactly how much I wanted this. He let out a low groan.

"So fucking wet for me. You've been thinking about my cock all night, haven't you?"

"All week," I admitted, my voice shaky. "Since the last time."

He pushed a finger inside me, then two, curling them just right. My head fell back against the headrest as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb pressing against my clit.

"I want to taste you."

He pulled his fingers out, and I noticed the way his hand trembled slightly. Good. I still had that effect on him, even if he tried to hide it.

"Get on your knees."

I didn't hesitate. The space was cramped, but I didn't care. I reached for his sweats, pulling them down.

His cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He was thick, long, exactly as I remembered. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly, watching his stomach tense.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this," I whispered, leaning in.

I darted my tongue out, licking the underside of his shaft from base to tip. He let out a shaky breath. I did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him; salt and skin and something uniquely Riki.

Then I took the head in my mouth, sucking softly, swirling my tongue around the ridge. His hand found my hair, gripping but not pulling.

"Fuck, baby." His voice was wrecked, all pretense of resistance gone. "Your mouth feels so good."

I took him deeper, letting my throat relax, pushing until I gagged slightly. I pulled back, then took him deeper again, establishing a rhythm. Bobbing my head, sucking hard, my hand stroking what I couldn't fit.

"That's it. Just like that." His hips twitched, thrusting into my mouth gently. "Fuck, you're so good at this. Been practicing?"

I looked up at him, meeting his eyes as I took him all the way down. He groaned, his head falling back against the headrest.

"Shit. I'm close already. You're gonna make me cum."

I hummed around his cock, the vibration making him gasp. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste it.

But he pulled me off, his hands gentle but firm. "Not yet. I want to fuck you first. Get up here."

I climbed out of the footwell, my knees aching but buzzing with anticipation. He reached for me, pulling me into his lap, my knees straddling his thighs. The steering wheel dug into my back, but I didn't care.

"Ride me," he said, his hands gripping my hips. "Show me how much you've missed my cock."

I positioned myself over him, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I paused there, teasing, watching his face. His eyes were dark, his lips parted, his breathing ragged.

"Please. Don't tease me."

"Beg me."

"Please." The word came out desperate, stripped of all pride. "Please, I need to be inside you."

I sank down onto him in one slow motion, both of us groaning as he filled me completely. He stretched me perfectly, hitting that deep spot that made my toes curl. I paused for a moment, adjusting to his size, feeling every inch of him inside me.

Then I started to move.

I rocked my hips, finding a rhythm, grinding against him. His hands found my waist, guiding me, helping me find the right angle. The car windows were completely fogged, the rain creating a cocoon around us.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his head falling back. "So fucking tight and wet."

"Only for you," I breathed, picking up the pace. "I haven't fucked anyone else. Just been thinking about you."

"Yeah?" He thrust up into me, meeting my movements. "You touch yourself thinking about my cock?"

"Every night."

He groaned, his hand sliding between us, finding my clit. He circled it with his thumb, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock."

The combination of his thumb on my clit and his cock filling me was too much. My walls clenched around him, my orgasm building, cresting, crashing through me. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rode the wave.

He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every spasm until I was trembling, oversensitive.

"I'm close," he warned, his pace increasing. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside me. Please, Riki. Cum inside me."

He groaned, his hips slamming into me one last time as he came, his warm release flooding me. I felt every pulse, every spasm, and it pushed me over the edge again. My orgasm ripped through me, my walls milking him dry.

We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, tangled together in the cramped front seat. His forehead rested against my back, his breathing hot against my skin. The rain continued to fall, the world outside forgotten.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the loss. He grabbed a napkin from the center console, handing it to me to clean up, then found another for himself.

"We're going to have to face them," he said, his voice quiet. "Act normal."

"I can do normal if you can."

He laughed, a soft, genuine sound. "I'll try."

The drive to my house was short, maybe ten minutes. The rain had lightened slightly, but the gutters were still overflowing, the streets slick and shining. Riki pulled into the driveway, and I could see lights on in the living room, shadows moving behind the curtains.

We walked in together, rain dripping off our jackets. The warmth of the house hit me first, then the noise. Everyone was in the living room; Heeseung sprawled on the couch with Sunghoon, Jay and Sunoo on the floor playing some video game, Jungwon scrolling through his phone. Jake looked up as we entered.

"Hey! You're back. Took you guys long enough. Traffic bad?"

"Something like that," I said, keeping my voice light. "Riki took the scenic route. Got a little lost."

"Rain's insane out there," Riki added. "Could barely see the road."

No one questioned it. No one suspected a thing.

"Let's order pizza," Sunoo suggested.

"I'm in," Jungwon said.

"I'll order," Jake offered, pulling out his phone. "Everyone okay with pepperoni and cheese?"

I went to my room to change into dry clothes, my body still humming with the memory of what we'd done.

Ding

“I’ll get it, no worries. I need to grab something from my car anyway,” Sunghoon said as he stood up.

As Sunghoon did that I volunteered to get drinks, heading to the kitchen to grab sodas and water from the fridge.

I was reaching for a Coke when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Hey, Sim."

I turned. Sunghoon was standing in the kitchen doorway, a strange look on his face. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, you want anything?”

He stepped closer. "I know."

"Know what?"

He stopped right in front of me. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I know you two fucked in my car, Ariana."

The blood drained from my face. My hand froze on the fridge handle. Every coherent thought abandoned me.

"I—Sunghoon, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me." His voice was calm, too calm, like he'd had time to think about this. "I have a dashcam, Sim."

My stomach dropped through the floor. The dashcam. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I—"

"Don't." He held up a hand, cutting me off. "I saw enough. Heard enough." He paused, his jaw tightening. "rade him out pretty good though. Not so innocent anymore, huh?”

I wanted to die. I wanted the kitchen floor to open up and swallow me whole.

"Please don't tell Jake."

"I'm not going to tell Jake." He said it so easily that I blinked, caught off guard.

"You're not?"

"No." He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "But—"

My heart hammered. "What?"

Sunghoon's eyes met mine, and there was something dark in them. Something hungry.

"Next time you want to get railed in my car, it will be by me."

[jonkentism]

Listen. Every time I see you in my notifs I get a small sense of validation. I'm a fan /hl

You’re so sweet thank you!!

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[whats-in-the-fuckin-giftshop-man]

Braxton Hicks

Pairing: Jack Abbot x fem!pregnant!reader

Summary: Jack is on edge as your due date approaches. You assure him everything is fine

Warnings: Established relationship, pregnancy, mentions of contractions, Jack is really going through it with your hormones, cute animal nicknames (derogatory)

WC: 756

a/n: Once again, you've all been absolutely incredible in your support for me! Thank you! Taglists and masterlists have been created!

Can be read as a standalone but meant to be a third part to Just Tired and Cravings

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You grunted when you rolled over in bed, doing your best to get comfortable but miserably failing.

Jack sat straight up next to you. “Everything okay?”

“Yes. You don't need to pop up like a fucking meerkat every time I make a noise. Your daughter is just making me uncomfortable.” You mumbled.

“Your due date is next week, I can't help it. Why is she my daughter instead of our daughter now?” He asked.

“When she irritates me like you so often do, she's your daughter. She inherits that from you.”

He scoffed. “What, and you're never irritating?”

“I've never been irritating in my entire life. I'm amazing like that. Go back to bed.” You grunted again.

“That grunt was awfully close to the last one. Is there something you're not telling me?” He pried.

“Yeah, I didn't tell you to shut up yet. Shut up.” You jabbed.

Jack sighed, but laid back down. His mind wandered and he found himself staring at the ceiling. He shot up at yet another grunt fifteen minutes later. “Okay, that's more than discomfort. Are you having contractions?”

“Calm down, meerkat. They're just Braxton Hicks. It's fine.” You shook your head.

“How can you be sure of that? Maybe we should go to the hospital to be safe.” He grabbed his phone off the side table.

“Jackal, if you call someone right now, she's taking my last name.” You threatened.

“That's a fucked up threat. And I hate when you call me Jackal.” He set his phone on his leg, debating whether to call your bluff.

“Stop being overly protective and territorial and I'll stop calling you Jackal.” You looked back over your shoulder at him. “It's Braxton Hicks.”

“You don't know that.”

You settled back into your pregnancy pillow. “Well they’ve been fifteen minutes apart for like three hours now so I'm pretty sure.”

“What the fuck?! You’ve been having contractions for three hours and didn't say anything?!” Jack raised his voice.

“Holy shit Jack. Loud. You were asleep and it wasn't concerning. Will you just chill and go back to bed?”

“Not a chance. Not until you can sleep.”

“UGH then shut up at the very least.” You groaned.

Jack stayed silent, messing with his hands. His nervous tic usually wasn't obvious, but he was going insane.

Finally, you rolled toward him and propped yourself up on your elbow. “What's it going to take to get you to calm down and stop moving all over the place?”

He paused. “Well, it would be helpful if-”

“SHIT!” You yelled.

“What? I didn't even say anything.” He questioned.

“Oh my God. I think my water just broke.” You peeled the blankets back and sure enough, there was water everywhere.

Jack stood quickly, immediately hitting the floor. “God damn it.”

You burst into laughter. “You’re missing a leg dumbass.”

“Excuse me for being more concerned about my daughter and her beautiful mother than my leg. My focus was elsewhere.”

“Yeah, it was on the floor apparently.” You smirked.

“Smartass.” He hooked his prosthetic on and stood, promptly jogging into the closet and grabbing the bag he had insisted you get ready for the hospital a month ago.

You took the hand he offered you and held your bump as you made your way to your feet. You stood there despite him pulling you. “Jack. I need pants.”

He looked down at your now wet shorts. “Right.”

You grabbed his arm before he could walk back to the closet. “Jack… are we really doing this?”

For the first time, Jack saw the uncertainty in your eyes. The anxiety. The stress. All the things you'd been hiding from him, and from yourself.

He wrapped one arm around you and placed his opposite hand on the side of your face. “Yeah Y/N. We're really doing this. She's going to be perfect. Just like her mom.”

“I don't know if I can do this Jack.” Your voice cracked.

“Y/N, you are the strongest person I have ever met. You're going to deliver this girl like a champ. I'm going to be right beside you the whole time, okay?” He kissed your forehead when you nodded. “She's taking my last name though.”

You laughed as he ran back to the closet. You rubbed your stomach softly. “You've got the sweetest, dorkiest daddy in the world, baby girl. Don't support his peanut butter habits though.”

“I heard that!” Jack shouted from the closet.

You smiled, then whispered, “I hope you turn out just like him.”

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Edit: New addition to the series, now mom!reader. Part 1 "First Night"

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

The drive was the most constant euphoria Shane had ever experienced in his life. It didn't matter that they were sleeping curled up in the trunk in Wal-Mart parking lots, it didn't matter that Anya insisted on snuffling at the window when it was open and whining when it was closed. Shane and Ilya were together, without expectations. and they were free. "What should our names be?" Shane was speaking in Russian, it was basically the only language he held long conversations in anymore. When they'd first bought the house between Ottawa and Montreal Shane had designated it a no English zone. He wanted to learn Russian for Ilya, and he had determined that only speaking Russian with his husband was the best course of action. Now it was their primary tongue, Shane might say his preferred one. Sure his accent was terrible, and he still had to translate sentences in his head most of the time, but when he spoke Russian he wasn't preforming for anyone, wasn't worried about the media, about gossip. Speaking Russian meant he was talking to Ilya, and that was worth the struggle. "Our names?" Ilya asked back. "We can't really go by introducing ourselves by Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. It only takes one google search to ruin us if we do that." Ilya hummed. "I think you should pick my name then." Heat rippled through Shane's chest. "Only if you pick mine." That conversation topic filled 10 hours of driving. They dove into the meanings, built in secrets and anagrams, before scraping the ideas for being too outlandish. The last name was settled far before either of their own aliases. It would be Rose. Rose for Rozanov, and Rose for the first woman who knew Shane was gay – she would have been the only one if not for Svetlana.

Shane thought maybe she was the only connection he was regretting needing to leave so abruptly. Maybe she would understand? He knew she could keep a secret. He's bring it up to Ilya later. "You might hate this. Shut it down if you do." "Okay?" "May I call you Irene?" Ilya was silent down the highway. "I love you," he finally whispered.

That was a yes.

Then, because Shane had chosen to spend the rest of his life an asshole. "You should be John." "Shut the fuck up." They laughed. They drove another hour in silence, thinking, breathing, holding each others hands. The sunset silhouetted the first Tennessee mountain. Shane's entire face lit up at the sight of the future ahead, and Ilya knew.

"Freedom." "Da," Shane agreed. "Net," Ilya corrected, "Eto tvoyo imya, Your name, Svoboda." Shane had to tear himself out of Russian with both hands. "And how do you say that if you're introducing yourself to an American?" Ilya said it slowly. "sloh-boh-DAHN." Shane's lips quirked at a thought, "Bodi. They'll call me Bodi." It made Shane feel like a douche bag frat boy. It was perfect.

Shane had spent 36 years fighting his emotions. Today he took Ilya's hand, laughed loud and high, and let the tears fall.

[corinadraws]