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And the last thing Somers remembered as Hazard pulled away was leaning up to kiss the side of his neck, and Hazard’s muffled laugh, and his deep voice saying, “Next time, I’ll brush your teeth.”
Guilt by association by Gregory Ashe @tekhnemakre for the re-read with @whyhazelwhy
Hazard’s hand slid up Somers’s leg,the touch firmer this time-still tentative,still exploratory,but slightly more confident.Somers shifted his weight,spread his knees. God,he thought. Just a little higher.Please,tonight,let it be tonight,and all the rest of this mess will be over
“I’ll find who did this. Whoever he is. No matter how high he sits. And I’ll put a bullet in the back of his head and that’ll be the end of it. That’s what I’m going to do, and I want you to rememer I told you because the next time I see you, I’ll have a gun in my hand.”
"But when Hazard opened his mouth,the words wouldn’t come. Because when he did tell Somers,when Somers finally knew the truth,he wouldn’t look at Hazard the same way. And some days,that look from Somers was the only thing Hazard had."
Paternity Case by Gregory Ashe @tekhnemakre
"Hazard followed, and somehow they ended up with Somers pinned against the wall and Hazard standing very, very close, close enough that he could feel the heat off Somers like he was standing in front of a blast furnace, close enough to smell Somers's hair and sweat and blood."
Somers waited 2 days in the damn chair before Hazard woke up. 😭😭😭
another drawing in the re-read I'm doing with @whyhazelwhy for the Hazard and Somerset series by @tekhnemakre, this time for book 2 in the series: transposition.
There was a hot dude at the store yesterday and I kicked myself in the butt for not flirting with him cause why not enjoy myself a bit
Only to have him return today and me, determined to seize my chance, completely blowing it by stumbling over my words and ending up w nonsense
“I thought I was wrong about you. I thought what happened—” He swallowed, and Somers had the bewildering impression that his partner was on the brink of tears. The darkness hid his features, though, and when he spoke again, his voice held old anger. “I thought I was wrong.”