misterchristianx: “I think you may want,” he huffed in Brody’s ear, “to call in sick tomorrow.”The words did not register as having meaning at first. Brody was floating in a sea of blissful ache and frustration. He knew it was Gavin, his
misterchristianx: “I think you may want,” he huffed in Brody’s ear, “to call in sick tomorrow.”The words did not register as having meaning at first. Brody was floating in a sea of blissful ache and frustration. He knew it was Gavin, his