Home sweet home
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He was nodding off and he was well aware of how he looked, legs propped up against the railing, wine bottle tucked away around his stomach and his eyes listlessly hanging only slightly open, blues behind barely shinning. But he didn’t care, for he didn’t have to deal with keeping up any appearance or worry about visitors now. Or at least he thought. But he didn’t see the approaching young lady, or hear her soft footsteps. He only heard the soft rush of blood past his ears signifying his heart was still beating and he indeed still lived another minute lonely.

Her soft voice woke him, eyes listlessly opened to look upon the caller, mistaking her for Bris for a moment as his eyes opened wider. His feet left the railing as his form sat up to look at her closer. Without any ties to any pack dictating his behavior, he almost felt the need to just jump her right then and there but he wasn’t that type of man nor did he condone it. But he couldn’t deny the beauty in the female below him, the way those jeans hugged her curves or that skimpy little top.

“Ah sure, come on up. Have more than enough for me” he replied quietly, sitting up straighter to properly address her if she asked anymore questions.


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