Post by thatcher owen finley on Mar 2, 2012 14:38:10 GMT -5
Thatcher wasn't quite sure he wanted to give in just yet. Making him squirm a little more seemed like a nice option. Until he was sure he wasn't just option two because some girl turned him down. 'Why do I even care?' he thought, drumming his fingers on the counter.
"It's not a challenge. It's a promise. I don't scream. For anyone. I don't care how cute you are." He couldn't help thinking he would for Marcus. Then quickly pushed the thought away. The kid was as innocent as a twenty year old got. Or was he over twenty? Thatcher couldn't recall. He leaned over, brushing his lips against the boy's before pulling away. He wasn't one for public displays of affection.
"It's not a challenge. It's a promise. I don't scream. For anyone. I don't care how cute you are." He couldn't help thinking he would for Marcus. Then quickly pushed the thought away. The kid was as innocent as a twenty year old got. Or was he over twenty? Thatcher couldn't recall. He leaned over, brushing his lips against the boy's before pulling away. He wasn't one for public displays of affection.
