Angel’s Seduction- Part Twenty-Nine
*Sorry for the none pic again today* Hot Man Love TodayAngel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Twenty-Nine:
I am surrounded by warmth as I slowly wake up the next morning. Greyson is curled behind me. His prick is hard and nestles in the crease of my ass. His hand curls around my hip. Murmuring something I can’t make out, he begins rocking us together.
“Oh,” I gasp as his teeth nip at the sensitive spot behind my ear. I push back against him and a shiver runs over my skin as the head of his cock bumps my opening.
He rubs his body on mine, reaching for a small jar sitting on the nightstand. I adore the feel of his chest pressed to me. When he settles back behind me, his hand slides under my thigh and lifts my leg forward, allowing better access.
Slick fingers tease me. I rock my hips and bite my lip. I don’t want to beg him to take me, but my body knows what it wants. “Please” slips out, making him smile against my neck. My skin flushes and somehow he knows it’s because I’m embarrassed, not because I’m aroused.
“Never be embarrassed to ask for what you want, Angel. I like knowing you crave my touch.” His warm breath plays over my neck, distracting me as the tip of his finger slides inside me.
No matter how many times we do this, I never get used to the feeling of fullness and that’s just from his fingers. He nibbles along my shoulder and pushes against my back. I roll on to my hands and knees, shamelessly offering myself to him. One finger becomes two and then three. Soon I’m rocking back on, begging without words for his touch.
“God,” I moan as he touches a spot inside me that makes sparks dance in my eyes. “Again.”
Greyson laughs. “Now you’re demanding. Who knew such a little wanton hide under that shy exterior?” He pushes his fingers farther in and twists them.
“Please.” My voice breaks as he begins to rub over that spot with each thrust of his fingers.
Pleasure builds through my body. I can feel it shoot from my head down over my chest to pool at the base of my spine. My prick stiffens and my need grows. Lust ripples my skin as he wraps his rough hand around me and strokes.
“Greyson, I’m going to..” I lean my forehead down on the pillow in front of me. My breath disappears as my desire grabs hold of me and drains me of my seed.
I shudder and spill my essence, but Greyson doesn’t let me go. He rolls me on to my back. Kneeling between my legs, he covers his own prick with the oil and settles the flared head against my opening.
“May I,” he asks while slowly pushing into me.
I nod and relax, letting my lover into me, eager to feel him deep inside me. No hesitation or doubt. He fills me with one long thrust. Our moans float through the room. He waits for a moment, not willing to move until I tell him it’s okay. With a small tilt of my hips, I encourage him to make love to me.
“So tight, love.” His voice is harsh and his hands grip my hips tight.
I can’t catch my breath as he rocks us together. The crown of his shaft hits the magic spot and I cry out. Pleasure begins to build in me and I can’t keep still. My hips rise to meet each of his strokes.
“Move, love. Show me how much you love me.” He takes my hand in his and wraps it around my shaft. “Please yourself.”
My skin heats, but I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or desire. I’ve never touched myself. Fear of my father kept me from enjoying any of my life. “What do I do?”
He keeps his hand on mine and moves it down on my shaft. “Do to yourself what I did to make you spill your seed. Move as fast or as slow as you wish.”
My first attempts are feeble. I’m not sure I can pleasure myself in front of him. Soon though, I find I have no choice. With each thrust of his prick into me, my own shaft slides through my hand. All I have to do is adjust the pressure.
“More,” I plead, not sure how much more he can give me, but knowing I need something else.
“Certainly.” He lifts my legs over his forearms and spreads me wider. This opens me even more and he pushes deeper inside.
I lose what rhythm I have and lose myself in the sensations he creates in me. He is becoming a part of me. It’s as if with each thrust, he reaches deep into my soul until we’ll never be separate people again.
“Greyson.” I don’t know what I’m saying or asking for. All I know is he is the only thing in my mind as my pleasure spills from me once again. My inner muscles tighten around him and my hips rock, milking his own climax from him.
“Love you,” he cries, filling me deep inside with liquid heat. He’s branding me and I welcome the warmth.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders when his arms start to tremble. I ease him down on top of me. I don’t mind his weight pressing me into the mattress. In a primordial way, it makes me feel safe to have him surround me with his body. We rest with our breath mingling until our heartbeats stop racing.
He gives me another gentle kiss and then climbs from the bed. He grabs a cloth, wetting it to clean his body. After he’s done, he brings another cloth for me. Greyson makes me lie still while he takes care of me.
He joins me in bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to him. We fall asleep, our hearts beating as one.
Another Wednesday
It was going to be another hunk day, but alas..it wouldn’t let me post the pic. I’ll come back later on today and try to do it. No one should go through Hump day without some eye candy. 🙂Well, I broke the 40k mark. Actually I’m at 43, 570 right now on Angel’s Seduction. I got 3k and a few extra words written yesterday. Woo-hoo! The end is nearing and I’ve only got 7k more to go to reach my goal of 50k. Anything after that is golden.
I’m finishing my edits for Here Be Dragons. It’s scheduled for release on Sept. 5th, but that’s always subject to change and circumstance. I’m not worried about the edits. I edit very fast. I tend not to agonize over the changes my editors ask for. As long as they don’t change the content and meaning of the story, I’m happy with what ever they ask me to do. I’m pretty easy-going that way.
I’m hoping to do some more writing today. See if I can get past the 45k mark. That would be awesome.
Have a great day, everyone.
“I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.”—Confucius
Angel’s Seduction- Part Twenty-Eight
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c)2006 T.A. Chase
Part Twenty-Eight:
I feel the mattress dip as Greyson slides under the covers and joins me in our bed. He wraps an arm around my waist to pull me tight against him, my back to his chest. His lips brush over the bruise on my cheek. I sigh and the dull throbbing of my face fades.
“Does your face still hurt, love?” His breath bathes my ear.
“A little. I’m better now that you’re here.” I press closer to his warmth.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to come upstairs with you as soon as we got home, but it was important I deal with the person waiting for me.” He moves my hair out of the way and whispers a kiss over the nape of my neck.
I hear the guilt in his voice and that isn’t what I want. I said those words because they were true, not because I wanted to manipulate him. “I know.” I roll over so we are face-to-face. “Is something wrong?”
A frown mars his forehead, but he shakes his head. “Nothing for you to worry about, love.”
Why do I have the feeling that he’s patting me on the head like he would an overly curious child? I bite my lip to keep from complaining. “I know you’re involved with the government, Greyson. I’ve heard numerous times that you have the ear of the Regent and of the Prime Minister. I get the feeling you do more than just give advice when they ask.” I put my finger over his mouth when he starts to speak. “You’ve brought me into your home. You’ve given me more freedom and love then I’ve ever known. You also tell me your heart belongs to me, but I know nothing about you. Why are there strangers coming and going at all hours of the day and night? Why when the Home Office requests your presence, do you drop everything and go? Who was that stranger the other night and what did that message mean I delivered for him?”
As the duke stares at me, I can tell he’s thinking, trying to decide how much to tell me or if he will tell me anything. I pull away from him and climb out of bed. A chill shivers down my spine. I wonder what has come over me to make me confront Greyson like this, but I won’t back down.
I stop in front of the fireplace. Turning, I look back through the darkness to where I know he still lies on the bed. “I’m not fragile. You told me that yourself. You say you love me, but as what? Do you love me as a man? Am I someone you can tell all your secrets to or am I merely a plaything for you to pull out when you get bored?”
Tears well up in my eyes. I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. I know how I want him to answer. I want. No, I need him to see me as his equal because if he doesn’t then in reality I am no better off than I was when I lived with my father.
I hear the bedclothes rustle and then I see him kneeling in the middle of the mattress, holding his hand out to me.
“Angel, my love, come back to bed. Please join me and I’ll tell you what I can.”
I want to be strong and demand he tell me everything right now. But the room is cold and I can hear love in his voice. I don’t want to hurt him. It is just something is inside me, demanding to be seen as a real person; not a child or a helpless creature.
“Please.”
Returning to the bed, I take his hand and let him pull me back under the covers. Greyson settles me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and smile as his hand strokes over my back.
He takes a deep breath. “Before I got married, I was a hellion. I’d rather cause trouble then be respectable. I indulged myself with gambling, dueling and women.”
I stiffen and he chuckles.
“I might have been a hellion, love, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew I had to keep my true preferences discrete and hidden from the Ton. Even now there are very few of my friends who know where my interests truly lie.” His hand stops its caress and I can tell he’s remembering the past. “I was bored. There was something missing from the life I was leading, but I never understood what. Then my father told me I had to marry. So like any dutiful son, I did. Maria was beautiful and from a good family. If she was intelligent, kind or loving, I have no idea. I ignored her after our wedding day except for when I bedded her.”
Tension slowly tightens his muscles. I know thinking of his wife hurts him. I rub my hand over his stomach, trying to ease the pain with my touch. He relaxes a little.
“I got her with child quickly. As soon as I could after my first son was born, I planted my seed in her womb again. For once luck smiled on me and she gave me another son. Now I had the heir I needed to carry on the family line and another son in case something happened to the first. I was relieved because that meant I didn’t have to have anything to do with Maria anymore. I could allow her to do as she pleased as long as it didn’t interfere with my life.”
This time it is Greyson who climbs out of bed and paces around the room. I pile pillows behind me and lean against them while I watch him move.
“I listen to myself and think what a horrid selfish man I was back then. I didn’t care how it made Maria feel. I didn’t care if I was breaking her heart or not. As long as it didn’t disrupt my life, I was indifferent to her. I abandoned her in the country and made my way back to town as soon as I could.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I know now that I broke her heart. She loved me, even though I had been indifferent to her from our first meeting. I never did anything intentionally cruel. In my eyes, leaving her in the country wasn’t cruel. I was a selfish arrogant bastard.”
I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know how to fix it. I know how being ignored by someone who should love you created the deepest wounds. A sob ripples the silence. I watch in horror as Greyson collapses to his knees and cries. Scrambling out of bed, I race to him. I drop to the floor next to him and for the first time in our relationship, I offer my shoulder for him to cry on. For this moment in time, I am the strong one who will help heal a small part of his wounded soul.
Darn Picture
Well..the picture I was going to post will have to be saved for another day. Ugh!Anyway, Saturday was a busy day. Had a memorial service to go to for a friend’s grandfather. Then an hour after I got home, C and I left to go out to dinner with some friends. Didn’t get back until late that night. Yesterday, the weather was too nice to stay inside. So I spent most of the day runinng errands and other things..just enjoying the weather.
Didn’t break 40k on Angel’s Seduction, but I’m close and it’ll be today or tomorrow. I’ve already written four or five scenes that I have to connect to the rest of the story, so that’ll take time. 🙂 To make sure everything works. Sad to say the end is in sight though. 🙁 Don’t worry though. I plan on getting your opinion on the next blog story I should write. So start thinking about what you’d like me to try my hand at.
Hope you have a great day.
Drive By Post
By the time most of you read this, I’ll have been up for hours and gone. Today’s a busy day. I just hope I get back earlier than I planned and be able to do some writing.
I didn’t get much writing done yesterday, but the day before I added another 1k or so to Angel’s Seduction, bringing my total to 39k (give or take a word or two). I think I’ll be able to definitely hit the 40k mark this weekend. My goal is to get to 42k by Sunday night. Yay!
Hope everyone has a great Saturday.
Angel’s Seduction-Part Twenty-Seven
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. ChasePart Twenty-Seven:
Am I happy? It’s a strange question and I don’t think anyone ever cared to know if I was happy. Yet looking into Alice’s eyes, I can see that she is really interested in my answer.
I glance around the room, trying to see if I can find Greyson. He is leaving the room. Worry shoots through me, but I crush it. There is nothing that can happen to me here. People who are more Greyson’s friends than my father’s surround me. Also, I must learn how to deal with being by myself. The duke can’t live his life attached to me. I’ve proven I can be strong if I need to be.
“Angel?” Alice’s soft inquiry brings my attention back to her.
“I think I am. It’s hard to say. I’ve only been away from my father for a week or so. Can a life change that quickly? Is happiness that easy an emotion to gain?” I frown.
She stares at me for a moment and I wonder if maybe I should have just said yes. Then she nods.
“I know what you mean.” Her gesture includes all the people dancing around us. “I’m not sure I’m made to be a society queen. I don’t really fit in here.”
I laugh. “My dear lady, if you don’t fit in, then I have no chance to ever be a part of this strange world.”
Her laugh trickles from her lips and those around us turn to stare. Some of them smile and nod. Others frown as if there shouldn’t be any joy here. I shrug.
“Are you happy, my lady?” I twirl her around until we are close to the edge of the dancers, so when the music stops, I bow and offer her my arm.
Taking it, she tilts her head and stares off for a moment. I don’t say anything; just lead her towards a footman. The young man holds a tray of refreshments. I hand her one and she nods.
“Yes, I am. My father believed Harry would break my heart. I couldn’t convince him that Harry would rather die than hurt me.” Alice’s eyes gleam with love.
I understand what she’s saying. I think Greyson feels the same way. We continue to chat and mingle with her guests. Tension slowly disappears from my shoulders. My eyes no longer scan the crowd, searching for either my father or Greyson.
“How dare you?” A voice cuts through our conversation.
Alice and I turn to find my father standing behind us. Fear causes me to freeze. His eyes burn me and I feel the scars on my back tighten. I’ve faced his anger before and have paid for it with my blood. Alice’s fingers grip my arm and I’m brought back to the ballroom where my father is shouting at me.
“You dare to show your face at this young lady’s ball. You’re nothing but an embarrassment. Where is your lover, son?”
Before he can say the words, Alice steps in front of me. “Watch what you say, Lord Williamson. Angel is my friend. You are not.” She glances around and gestures to a footman. “Find my husband and bring him to me.”
Growling, Father reaches for her. I push my fear away. He mustn’t touch her. I know the pain his hands can inflict. I block his hand and insert myself between them. “Not here, Father. Please, not now.”
I’m not sure why I’m begging now when it has never worked before, but I don’t want Alice to be hurt or upset over the scene my father seems determined to create. He spits at me.
“Do you know what he is?” He swings his hand towards me.
I don’t move. Let him inflict the pain on me. I’m used to it. I refuse to allow him anywhere near Alice. The crack of his flesh meeting mine rings through the air. My head wants to whip back from the force of it, but I control it. I’ll not give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince.
“He is a friend, Williamson. I think you had better leave.” The Marquis of Beckenworth makes his way through the throng, followed by two large footmen.
A hand touches my back and I breathe in the familiar scent of my lover. He’s returned just when I need him the most.
Greyson doesn’t say anything. It is the Marquis who takes charge and orders the footmen to escort my father out. Father doesn’t fight them. He gives me a hate-filled stare.
“Some day you won’t be surrounded by these fake friends of yours. I’ll get you back,” he hisses before he turns around to leave.
The Marquis gestures and the musicians start playing. The guests pretend not to notice the four of us slipping away. When we get to an empty room, Greyson turns me to look at my cheek. I’m sure there’s a red handprint marring my skin, but it doesn’t bother me. I stare over his shoulder at Alice.
“I’m sorry to ruin your ball, my lady,” I apologize to her.
She laughs and shakes her head. “You didn’t ruin it, Angel. In fact, I’m sure it’ll be the most talked about ball of the Season. Besides, they all came here expecting something scandalous to happen any way.” She moves up to stand beside Greyson. “Are you all right?”
I nod. “He’s done worse to me.” I pull away from Greyson’s touch. “I think I’ll go home now.” I’m tired and my face hurts. I just want to crawl into bed, hiding under the covers and try not to think about my father.
“Of course. I’ll go order the carriage.” Greyson brushes a kiss over my mouth. He shakes Harry’s hand and hugs Alice.
There is a moment of silence after he leaves, then I ask Harry a question. “Why are you still his friend?”
The surprise on his face tells me he’s never considered turning his back on Greyson. “He’s been my best friend for years. He doesn’t flaunt his preferences, but even if he did, I’d stand by him.” Harry gives me a hard look. “Don’t hurt him, Angel. You’ve become his world and you have more power to destroy him than any other person.”
I nod, letting him know I heard the threat and I’ll remember. I take Alice’s hand to kiss it. She wraps her arms around me and gives me a hug. After hesitating, I hug her back. She kisses my cheek.
“Don’t be a stranger,” she whispers in my ear.
“I won’t. You should return to your guests. The carriage should be out front by now.”
We separate at the door. They head back to the ballroom. I exit the house to find Greyson standing by the carriage. He gestures for me to join him. I stare at him for a moment. In the flickering light of the street lamps, I see concern mixing with love in his eyes. I’m beginning to see what Harry meant. I have the power to hurt Greyson far more than he could ever hurt me. That thought makes me shiver and I run down the steps to him, knowing I would never chance breaking this man’s heart.
Hunk Day
I hope he’s heading for the showers because I can just imagine all the bumps and bruises he’d get in some strange places practicing naked like that. lol
Well, yesterday was a wash writing wise. I got a total of 169 words done. Oh well, I can see that it’ll take a little longer than I planned to finish Angel’s story, but that’s all right. 🙂 I’ve been formulating the first scene or two for Tony’s story. Tony is the bull rider from No Going Home. He’s demanding his own story. I’ve also got an idea for another story that will be using Les and Randy’s ranch as a setting, so we’ll get to see the guys again.
My goal today is to get at least 2k written for Angel. I’ve been working on this story slow and steady, but it’s getting to be time to finish it and move on. As much as I love Greyson and his Angel..there are tons of other men begging for my attention…lol
Have a great day, everyone.
“Change is the constant, the signal of rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.”–Christina Baldwin
Angel’s Seduction-Part Twenty-Six
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Twenty-Six:
“Angel, will you join me tonight?” Greyson’s tone is causal, but I can tell he’s nervous about asking me to go with him.
A shiver of fear races through me. Where does he want me to go? He has gone to balls and other parties without me since I moved in with him. I’ve never wanted to go and he’s never asked me. “Where?”
“I’m attending the Marquis of Beckenworth’s ball tonight. He’s an old friend from my school days. This is his wife’s first society party. I promised I would come.” He tugs on his cuffs and I smile at his nervousness.
Does he really want me to go with him? Is he afraid I’ll say no?
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea. My father could be there.” I fear seeing Father again. I don’t believe I’m strong enough to fight if he’s there.
“You’re going to have to face him at some time, love. You’re free of him.” Greyson kneels in front of me.
He’s right but for so long my father ruled me and controlled every aspect of my life. I fear giving him a chance to capture me again. “I know but I’m afraid.”
I’m not afraid to admit that. I know he’ll support me no matter what my decision is.
“I know you are. You’re strong enough to deal with him.” He takes my hands in his and stares up at me. “I’ll be there.”
That statement plus the feeling that he wants me to go makes me decide to take a chance. I’ll go out into the world where I never fit in. I’ll face the people who laugh and gossip about me because of the golden god in front of me. Maybe it is time for me to start proving I can run my own life. “I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you.” He presses a gentle kiss on the knuckles of my hand and stands. “Would you like to pick out your clothes or should I?”
“You chose.” I’m trying not to panic. I’m shaking at the thought of seeing Father again.
Thirty minutes later, I’m ready. The butler opens the front door and I see the carriage waiting for us at the bottom of the steps. I take a deep breath. For the first time since I ran from Society, I’m willingly returning all for the love of the man standing beside me. I’m making him happy. For now that’s all that matters.
We settle in the carriage and the footman closes the door. Greyson sits next to me and takes my hand.
“I wanted you to come so you could meet Harry.”
I squeeze his hand and stare out the window. I calm myself. Greyson is here. He won’t leave me to face them alone. Even though he can’t hold my hand, I know he’ll be supporting me.
To take my mind off the ball, I ask, “Why do you want us to meet?”
“Harry’s my oldest friend. Our estates border each other and we’ve grown up together. I want the man I consider my brother to meet the man I love.”
A tingle fills my heart like always when he says he loves me. “The Marquis knows about you?” I find it hard to believe the Marquis tolerates Greyson’s preferences.
“Yes, he does. He’s known for a long time. He helped me deal with my marriage and made me let go of my guilt.”
I run my thumb over his knuckle. I know Greyson still feels shame and sadness over the truth of his marriage.
“I’d be honored to meet your friend.”
He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses my palm. “Harry will like you. Maybe you can befriend and help Alice, Harry’s wife. She’s young and rather shy. I think you’ll have much in common with her.” He tugs off one of my gloves.
“Was theirs an arranged marriage?” I moan as he sucks one of my fingers into his moist heat.
“No,” he replies, resting our hands on his thigh. “It’s a love match. Alice’s father wasn’t happy about it. Harry had a reputation as a rake. Her father figured Harry would break her heart, but Harry’s madly in love with her so there’s no worry about that.”
The carriage stops outside a magnificent house. The windows are bright with light and people are making their way up the steps to the front door. Greyson hops out and I follow more slowly.
He walks ahead of me and I must fight back the urge to touch him. We may do as we wish in private, but in public we must not show any more affection for each other than two friends would.
“Angel,” he says in a low tone.
Looking up, I see he’s made his way to the front of the receiving line. I hurry to join him.
“Harry, this is Angel.” Greyson gestures to me.
The Marquis of Beckenworth is a dark-haired roughly handsome man. He smiles and shakes my hand. “The mysterious Angel we’ve been hearing about. We’ll have to talk later.” The Marquis turns to his wife. “Alice, this is Greyson’s Angel.”
As I take her hand and bow, she says, “I believe we’ve already met.”
I look up into kind green eyes. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, my lady.”
“I’ll save a dance for you.” She smiles as we move farther into the ballroom.
I don’t feel as nervous now. It feels like I have a friend of my own aside from Greyson. I glance at the duke as we start to mingle in the crowd.
“I’ve talked to her before at one of the balls. Now I know who told you my name.”
“I’d watched you for a few nights. I figured Alice would be the best choice to approach you. You didn’t seem as nervous around women.” He winks at me.
“It wasn’t nerves. It was fear.” I search the crowd to see if I can spot my father.
“Angel, I see someone I have to talk to. Would you excuse me?” Greyson nods towards the other side of the room.
I look around quick and spot an alcove I can hide in. “Go ahead. I’ll hide out here.” I gesture to the wall.
“Good. I’ll find you later.” He strolls off into the crush.
I stomp down on the twinge of fear hitting me. I can deal with being by myself for a while. I don’t need him spending all his time with me. There is no way my father would make a scene here if he should arrive.
I watch as the dancing starts. Harry leads Alice out on the floor and I marvel at the love shining in their eyes. It’s obvious that they care for each other deeply. I edge out of my hiding place and start to move around the edge of the dance floor. I nod to people whose gaze I meet, but I don’t stop to talk to anyone.
“Angel, there you are. I’ve been looking for you. Will you be my partner for this next dance?” Alice places her hand on my arm and smiles up at me.
There is no way I can say no. Nodding, I escort her out on the floor. Our steps are perfectly matched as we waltz. At first, she is content just to dance. After a minute, she looks at me.
“Are you happy?”
Two More Reviews
Good morning, everyone. Sorry I wasn’t around this weekend. C left on Friday for a week long business trip, so I decided to take off on Saturday morning and go visiting. 🙂 Had a fun but exhausting weekend.I did get two more reviews for No Going Home.
The first one is from Annie at Euro-Reviews. She gave me 5 flags (which is their top rating) and had this to say, “Wow! I was captivated with this story from the first chapter…This should be a definite must-read, and I anticipate further stories from this talented author.”
And the marvelous Caye Kimberley at JERR gave me 5 stars. Here’s just a snippet of this awesome review: “No Going Home is a telling book about healing the mind and body and acceptance of one’s soul, from the uncertainty of acceptance by society to accepting themselves for whom they are…Mr. Chase has done an amazing job at creating realistic and believable characters that speak to the reader within a story that holds a deeply meant message in its pages…For all lovers of m/m erotic romance, this is a must-have for your collection.”
Thanks to both of you wonderful ladies. Best way to start my week. 🙂
Hope everyone has a great day.
Finally Friday
Would someone like to help this guy with his chores? He seems to have lost his clothes. maybe a roll in the hay will help. (Actually it’d probably end up being very itchy…lol)
It’s been cooler the last couple of days, so hopefully the weekend will be nice. Got 1300 words done yesterday on AS. Taking me to 38k or there abouts. 🙂 Only another 12k to go to reach the 50k mark…so it might end up being longer than that. Since I seem to have a hard time writing short stories.
Hope you all have a great Friday.
