Chapter 15
*Warning: Probably contains typos and an unhealthy amount of...s*
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Jacob could not describe what he felt after his mate asked him who he was. There were no words that could explain it.
None.
"Son," Mr. Malfoy said gently, kneeling next to his confused son. "This is Jacob Black... You don't know him?"
Draco looked at Jacob Black intently, trying to remember, but there was nothing besides a slight warm feeling which was probably caused by the large boy's body heat. He shook his head and looked around. "Where are we? What is Potter doing here?" His eyes widened and he tried to sit up. "I can't feel my legs!"
What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Jacob felt slight tremors start in his hands. He doesn't know me? He wasn't sure if he was shaking from anger or hurt. He did know that he wanted to strangle Harry fucking Potter because it had to be his fault. However, it hurt (probably more than it should after only a few days) that Draco didn't know who he was. Changing for the first time didn't even hurt this much.
Lucius and Severus noticed the trembling, as did Jacob's friends. Severus hurried to control the situation. "Mr. Black," he said, "Don't worry. I'm sure this is only temporary." He noticed some heated looks shot towards Potter. "Boys, take your friend to calm down."
Embry, Quil, and Seth all three had to drag Jacob away. However, Jacob didn't put up too much of a fight when he decided that getting away might not hurt as much as staying. He would just have to trust Snape's words and believe that Draco was only temporarily confused.
Severus then looked at Potter and Paul. "Don't attack anyone else Potter; you don't need any more enemies." He then turned his dark eyes to Lucius and Draco. "Let's get you home." The three of them apparated away.
That was a lot less bloody than Harry had been expecting. Besides a less-than-friendly tone, Mr. Malfoy and Snape actually hadn't been too unpleasant, especially under the circumstances.
They were here for the same reason? So Mr. Malfoy and Draco were finally turning away from the Dark Lord? And they were hiding in Washington? Harry would bet all of his parent's gold on the fact that Dumbledore knew they were here and kept it from him. Why did everyone insist on keeping him in the dark when it came to important information! Dammit!
He concealed his wand and looked at his large companion who was staring back at him. At least this guy seemed to be okay. There shouldn't be anything that he was hiding from him. "So, Paul, I came here to spend the day on the beach, and I'd rather not do it alone. Would you join me?"
Paul was worried about Jacob and his mate, but now that he had his own, he wanted to get their relationship going. What better way to do that than staying with his mate, at the beach, alone? He didn't know one.
He offered a smile. "I have nothing else to do today," he replied. He looked around. "The rocks are really bad on this part of the beach; if we head back the way we came then the water will be much better for swimming."
"I'm not the best swimmer," Harry admitted and began to follow Paul. He looked at the waves and the massive expanse of water. "Maybe we should just chill on the beach."
"Are you scared?" Paul questioned with a smirk, leading the way.
"What? No! Of course I'm not!" Harry exclaimed hurriedly.
"Then let's go swimming."
Harry frowned.
"I won't let you drown," Paul replied with another smirk, although he was dead serious. For now it seems he'd completely forgotten about the bloodsuckers.
"Gee thanks," Harry answered with a slight roll of his green eyes, but a smile on his face.
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These Violent Delights Ch.5
Severus and Lucius took Draco home and to his room where they laid him in his bed and tried to explain what he had forgotten. After a while he seemed a little less confused, but they could tell that he needed to recuperate so Severus fixed a quick sleeping draught up and gave it to him.
After the potion took affect they sat in the kitchen to discuss what had happened.
"Why do you think he lost his memory?" Lucius questioned. "He'll remember on his own soon, right?"
Severus thought about it for a minute. "He'll remember again, Lucius, do not fret. I believe that his mind simply pushed his most recent memories out for a while as a way to cope. He has gone through many sudden changes and gotten a lot of life-changing news recently. I also think that if it hadn't happened today it would have happened another time; this is good for him. He has a strong mind; he can handle a lot of things that he shouldn't have to deal with. His mind is just giving him a break. He'll regain his memories when he's relaxed for a while."
"How long do you think it will take?"
"He could be refreshed when he wakes up, or it could take a few days. However, having been inside Draco's mind during our Occlumency lessons, I've seen how strong he is. He should be fine when he wakes up, but I gave him a potent draught that should keep him asleep until the morning."
Lucius sighed in relief before hugging his friend tightly. "What would we do without you, Severus?"
The Potions master hugged the blonde back. What would he do without them? He had no one without Lucius and Draco; they were everything to him. He laughed lightly. "I suppose you would be lost and lonely." He wanted to discuss him and Lucius but now wasn't the time for that; Draco was the important thing at the moment. "I don't think Mr. Black is too happy right now."
Lucius stepped away and nodded his head, for some reason feeling a tad bit disappointed but he didn't want to think about why; not right now. "I don't doubt it. We should find some way to let him know Draco will be fine." There was a Muggle contraption on the wall for communication purposes, but he wasn't sure exactly how to use it. Plus, he didn't have the shifter's Muggle number code thing either. Did all Muggles even have one of those contraptions?
Severus watched Lucius look at the phone, and he laughed. "I'm sure he will find us before we can contact him," he said. "When he calms down he'll be over here."
The blonde smiled. "You're probably right. I think I'm glad that we came here now, Severus. Thank you."
Severus nodded his head. "Of course," he said, resisting the urge to do anything more... physical to his friend. He wanted Lucius in his arms... He wanted those lips...
But they had to wait until Draco was safe. Severus couldn't work on his life when his only family needed work on theirs first. When Lucius and Draco were no longer in danger from the Dark Lord, then Severus could focus on what he wanted for himself.
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Jacob had lost control as soon as he couldn't see Draco anymore. He had turned wolf and hadn't changed back yet. He had calmed down a few hours ago though; running did wonders.
He really shouldn't be so upset. Despite how close he felt to Draco and despite the stories they shared with each other, he really knew only a little bit about the blonde. They had only known each other for a short while; Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape certainly didn't seem all that concerned. They were more concerned about that damn tattoo.
I really need to find this Dark Lord bastard.
Had Draco actually been through worse than what Jacob saw today? His little mate had looked down right terrible; he looked on the verge of death! But he'd been through worse?
They really needed to get to know each other some more. If he knows who I am again. Hours later and it still cut through him that those silver eyes didn't recognize him.
He was glad that his friends had given him space, and he was even happier when they didn't change and run with him. His own thoughts were enough; he didn't need everyone else's too. But, he'd had enough running. He needed to get to Draco's house and make sure he was okay!
First stop: his house to get some clothes.
When he got there, his dad was waiting for him on the porch.
"Where have you been, Jacob?" Billy asked the giant wolf before him.
Jacob shifted to answer his father. "Sorry, Dad, I just had to run off some steam." He edged closer when his dad beckoned for him to do so.
Billy popped his son on the side of head; sure, it wouldn't hurt him but he should get the idea that his old man was not a happy guy right now. "I heard the story from your friends." What did they tell him! "Draco had an attack and lost his memory of you?"
Mental-Jacob heaved a sigh of relief, Good, they didn't spill his secret. Physical-Jacob nodded his head dejectedly.
Billy patted his son's shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry to hear that, Son. Will he be okay?"
"I don't know. After I get some clothes, I was going to go to his house and check on him."
Billy nodded and began to maneuver his wheelchair expertly to get back inside. "Next time something happens, you better not run off without telling me. I know that you're strong, Jacob, but I also know there are things just as strong out there. Don't worry me so much."
Jacob smiled and followed his dad inside, very glad the man could never stay mad at him.
"By the way, Jacob, Sam called earlier; he wants you to drop by his house. Do that after you get dressed."
"Yes, sir."
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Harry had had a lot of fun on the beach with Paul. He didn't want to leave really; hanging out with Paul was fun. He couldn't believe that he'd been worried about the guy earlier. He couldn't have been any nicer or cool.
They were at the pack leader's house right now. Harry felt like an intruder but Paul insisted that it was fine; he didn't want to argue because the hostess was an excellent cook and was super nice. She reminded him of a younger, exotic, Mrs. Weasely. He could tell that she was the mother hen of the pack.
She was super beautiful too, even with awful scarring on half of her face. He had been instructed by Paul not to stare, and he didn't nor would he even if he hadn't been warned. He had seen some ugly things in his life, and this woman was not one of them.
"Do you like the food?" Paul questioned the boy with glasses, as he watched him eat.
Harry flushed when he realized he was practically shoving his face. "It's very good," he replied, politely wiping his lips with a napkin. This was one of the times he wished he had really good manners like Malfoy. He probably looked like an oaf.
Emily came up behind him and patted his head. "I'm very glad you have a good appetite like my boys here. You don't have to be so polite; I'm pleased you like my food."
Harry smiled at her brightly. "This is probably one of the best meals I've had in a long time." Because he wouldn't allow himself to stay at the Weasely's this summer, not with Voldemort trying so hard to kill him. This was actually probably the most food he'd seen all summer... He flushed again when his stomach growled.
Paul pushed his own plate closer to Harry. Normally he would scarf down a couple plates of Emily's cooking, but Harry seemed to need the food more than him. He was content watching his mate eat; it was oddly adorable. Plus, the smile Harry gave him at the offer was more delicious than any food he could eat.
Emily watched the two with a smile on her face before finding her own mate and joining him. He was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, watching everyone. Everyone was there, except Jacob who should be coming soon. Sam and Emily were waiting for everyone to show up.
"I'm glad Paul has finally imprinted," Emily said quietly. She had learned how to whisper softly enough so all of the wolves couldn't hear her words, just Sam.
The pack leader nodded his head. "Me too," he said. Hopefully this boy would calm the grey wolf down. However, he had learned the hard way that not even an imprint could fully control the beast. He wrapped an arm around Emily's waist. "I only wonder why I now have two wolves that have imprinted on the same sex."
Emily snuggled closer and agreed. "It is very strange." She looked up at him. "Seth was telling me that Jacob's imprint and Paul's are enemies, that Paul's imprint attacked Jacob's." She sighed. "It seems fate will always put those two against each other."
"Embry and Quil were telling me the same." He looked at Paul and the boy, Harry. "They said that the only thing keeping Jacob from attacking the boy was Paul." Suddenly, Paul shot his eyes to the door where they narrowed, and he subtly moved closer to his mate. "Jacob's here," Sam said, releasing Emily to go open the door. He glared at Paul. "Not a single drop of blood in this house, do you understand me?"
Paul nodded his head, "Tell that to him." He didn't want to fight Jacob; they hadn't had a real fight in a long time. However, if he needed to, he would attack.
Sam reached the door and opened it just as Jacob was reaching up to knock. "You don't have to knock, Jacob," he said.
Jacob laughed and nodded. "I know, I know, but I it's safer to knock." He was referring to the time when he hadn't knocked and had walked in on Sam and Emily being very comfortable with each other on the couch.
Sam laughed in return and they could see Emily blush from across the room. He got serious though when he noticed Jacob notice Paul and Harry. "No fighting," Sam said sternly. "I don't even want to hear a harsh word. As soon as I tell you all the reason you're here, then you're free to go. Okay?"
Jacob nodded but kept angry eyes on the boy with glasses.
Harry was not blind; he could see the hate in the big boy's eyes even if he took his glasses off. "Paul," he said softly, whispering, "Why does that guy hate me so much? Is it because of Draco?"
Paul nodded, standing up and shielding the boy from Jacob's gaze. "He and Draco have become good friends," he replied simply. "I wouldn't worry about it."
"Listen up, everyone," Sam called out after the door was shut. He walked back over to Emily and grabbed her hand. "Emily and I have something we'd like to tell you. Emily?"
The lovely woman made the whole room glow with her smile. "Sam and I are having a baby!" she squealed.
There was a moment of silence before everyone started cheering. Even Harry found himself cheering; he didn't even know these people but the excitement was catching. The family-like atmosphere made him feel like he'd been here for a long time; he was very glad to be a part of this moment. Paul and Jacob couldn't even be mad.
Jacob slapped hands with Sam. "Damn! That's awesome!" he exclaimed. He then gave Emily a big hug. They deserve this.
Paul did pretty much the same thing. Emily would make the perfect mother, and Sam an excellent father. They practically already played the roles to the pack anyways; they would be amazing parents.
After the excitement died down a tad, Emily brought out a huge cake she had made that had pink icing on it; they both wanted a little girl.
"There are too many men here," Emily said with a laugh.
After a piece of cake, Jacob needed to leave. "Sam," he said, shaking the man's hand. "Emily," he said, giving her another hug. "Congratulations you guys. I have to go."
"Go check on him," Sam replied.
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"How is he?" Severus questioned. He was reading an article about some of the many uses of wolfshifter blood. He'd never met one before so what better time to experiment then when he had a whole pack around him? He had at least one shifter who would donate a little bit of blood.
Lucius sat next to his friend on the couch. "He's still sound asleep." He sighed and leaned back into the plush cushions, closing his blue eyes. He was partially to blame for his son's mental lapse today. He had had to raise his son in an environment too harsh for a child. He was admittedly a strict parent, very much so when Narcissa was still alive. But that was because he had her to be the good parent; she would comfort Draco when Lucius had been a little too harsh. When she died Lucius couldn't stand being the bad guy anymore. Her death was his fault, and he would be damned before he caused his son's death too. Therefore, he changed. He and Severus tried to remove the Dark Mark from Draco's arm and Lucius refused the Dark Lord's calls. He would not lose his son.
He-
"Lucius," Severus said after watching the blonde for a time.
Lucius opened his eyes and sat up, but before he could say anything in reply, Severus leaned forward and melded their lips together.
They kissed until Lucius thought his lungs would explode, but before that could happen, Severus pulled away with a slight smile. "You think too much sometimes, old friend."
The blonde only had time to gape because the doorbell rang.
"That's the shifter," Severus said, standing up to answer the door. So he told himself that he and Lucius had to wait, but his friend had looked so 'kissable' that he couldn't resist.
He pulled the door open as Lucius tried to make himself presentable (not that he looked ruffled in the first place).
"How is he?" Jacob asked as soon as the door opened for him.
The dark-haired man in front of him rolled his eyes, but he looked happy. "Draco is fine; I believe he'll have his memory back when he wakes up. We put him to sleep again; his mind needs a rest.
Jacob's relief was immense. Thank goodness. Now I won't have to kill that Harry Potter kid and make Paul hate me.
"He's in his room if you'd like to see him for yourself," Mr. Malfoy said, coming up to them.
"I will," the shifter replied, "But if it's okay, I'd like to get some answers out of you."
Severus looked to Lucius who nodded before replying. "As long as you do not have dumb questions, we'll try to answer them."
"Let's sit down," Mr. Malfoy suggested. They all took a seat in the living room.
*So this next section is going to be question/answer. The questions are Jacob and it doesn't really matter who answers the question so I'm not going to repeat a lot of Severus answered or Lucius replied, etc. If I think it's important that you know then I'll tell you*
"Go ahead, Mr. Black," Severus instructed.
"Okay," Jacob began, "Draco told me his story. I know the gist of how you all came to be here, but where the hell did the Potter kid come from?"
"That would be Dumbledore's doing. He is the, as you would say, the principal of Hogwarts where Draco goes to school."
"And why would he send him here?"
"He has some friends that live here, some from our world. Harry is staying with them."
"More wizards live here?"
"No."
"So... he's not staying with wizards? Then who is he staying with?"
"The better question would be, what he is staying with," Severus eluded.
"I know he's not staying with any of my kind, so what is he staying with?"
"I'm sure you know already, Jacob," Lucius answered.
Jacob was pretty sure that he did, but he didn't want to be right. "Cold ones," he sneered. "Paul won't be too happy about that."
Well, that's interesting. "Another shifter?" Severus questioned.
Jacob grimaced and nodded. "He imprinted on the runt. It's the only reason I didn't break him in half."
Severus and Lucius shared a knowing yet astounded look.
Jacob caught it. "Did that look between you two imply that you know something about why Paul and I could imprint on boys? Because we shouldn't be able to."
"We know... how it's possible..."
"Can you tell me?"
"No. It's not our place to tell you; Draco can tell you when he so decides."
Not the answer I wanted to hear but fine. "Who exactly is this Dark Lord guy?"
Severus and Lucius took turns telling the Dark Lord's story, what they knew at least. They only added the necessary pieces of their own stories. When Jacob thought he understood their world better, it was black outside. It had been late afternoon when he'd gotten to Draco's house.
"Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" Jacob questioned. "I want to see if Draco remembers me when he wakes up."
Mr. Malfoy nodded. "I'll fix you a bed."
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Harry, guiltily, did not want to go back to the Cullen's house. Yes, they were wonderful and nice, but the wolfshifters were so much fun to be around! It was like being with the Weaselys whom he missed very much. Sam and Emily's house felt like the Burrow, but he had to return to the vampires' house. All of his stuff was there and he didn't want to be rude.
He looked outside the window, seeing that it was dark. He was told to go back to where he'd been dropped off when the sun went down. He assumed it was to give him a full day's worth of playing on the beach because the sun didn't hurt the vampires. What he wasn't sure about was why he had to walk all the way back to where he'd been dropped off; that trek was bad enough the first time. He didn't want to do it again. Why couldn't Edward pick him up closer to the Reservation?
"Paul," Harry said, getting the bigger teen's attention from where he was trying to defeat Sam in an arm wrestling match. "I have to go now. Do you think you could help me find my way?"
Paul lost with a curse, but then he pouted (which he would deny). "You have to leave?"
Harry nodded. "The Cullens said they'd pick me up when it got dark." The atmosphere in the room at his words changed almost instantly. It was no longer fun and inviting.
"I thought he smelled funny," Embry said, wrinkling his nose.
Paul growled.
Harry flinched, alarmed.
"No!" Paul exclaimed hurriedly. "That was meant for Embry!" He glared at the boy in question, but then looked at Harry again. "But you're not safe there."
"What?" Harry questioned. "Why? They seemed nice to me."
Sam spoke up. "They're not good company, Harry. Maybe you should stay here, in La Push."
This was giving Harry a slight case of déjà vu. He recalled his first day at Hogwarts one Draco Malfoy trying to tell him who he should hang out with, and it turned out that Draco couldn't have been more wrong. Ron was his best friend now. Edward Cullen certainly wasn't his best friend, they had just met, but he could tell when he could and couldn't trust someone. He fully supported the idea of innocent until proven guilty; unless one of the Cullens hurt him, he would not think them bad or dangerous. Sure, the vampires could hurt him... but so could the wolves.
"Well," Harry said, standing, "It was nice meeting all of you. However, I don't think I'll be coming back." He started to leave.
"Wait, what?" Paul called after him, following him hurriedly. "What do you mean?" He pulled the boy to a stop when he tried to walk out of the door.
"Don't touch me," Harry shot out, pulling his arm away angrily. He really hated it when people told him what to do and tried to treat him like he couldn't take care of himself. "I mean that I'm going back to the Cullen's. Goodbye." So he couldn't exactly picture where he was supposed to be picked up, but hopefully he wouldn't land too far off. He apparated away.
Paul stared at the empty space his mate had just occupied for a moment in shock. He turned back to his pack, who were all also stunned. "I... uh... I have to go," he said, feeling the shakes in his hands begin. "Congrats you two," he concluded, running out of the door.
Sam found himself wondering, not for the first time, why imprinting was never easy.
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Jacob was sadly sure that he was dreaming. If the beach scene didn't tip him off then one very sexy and very naked Draco certainly did. Fina-fucking-ly!
Damn, his mate was beautiful. It was dark, and the moon was the only light to see by. Jacob could see perfectly every contour of the blonde's body. The moon's light cast a glow around his mate that made his mouth water. All Jacob could do was stare. Please don't let me wake up right now. Please.
"Are you just going to stare," the blonde questioned, "Or are you going to touch me?"
Jacob needed no more encouragement. He pulled the blonde close and kissed him deeply. They were on a blanket, on the beach, and Draco was naked and kissing him. This was probably the best dream he'd had in a while.
He pulled the blonde into his lap, feeling a warm pale chest against his own; the heat was intense. But dammit! He still had his jeans on. Why was Draco naked and he wasn't?
But it could wait for now. He wanted to take full advantage of this.
Jacob pulled his lips away from Draco's and latched them onto a pale neck instead. The blonde made some really nice noises when he did that. He decided to add a little bit of teeth.
"Jacob," the blonde moaned.
Oh, he liked that reaction. As he continued to nibble and suck on his mate's neck, he let his hands roam over all of the blonde's flesh. He ran them down a smooth chest, and rested them on slender hips. They rested there until he moved them down lower...
"Jacob," Draco said, placing trembling hands on broad shoulders. "I want to touch you too."
When those molten silver eyes looked right at the bulge in his jeans, Jacob lost it. They both had to be naked. Now.
With a great deal of effort, Jacob laid the blonde on the blanket next to him and stood up to remove his jeans. Draco's even sexier from this angle. His mate looked wonderful flushed and naked beneath him.
He had to get his jeans off. He hurriedly unbuttoned the denim and unzipped them; he began to pull them down, but he did it too fast. He was in too big of a hurry. As he tried to step out of the jeans, he tripped.
He fucking tripped (Of course!), and as soon as he hit the ground...
He woke up!
No! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He groaned and sat up... in Draco's bed. He would recognize the fancy canopy anywhere. But why was he in Draco's bed? He hadn't even gone to sleep in the blonde's room after he'd checked up on him. Not that he didn't want to, but Mr. Malfoy had set up a spare room next to Draco's for Jacob to stay in. He must have gotten up and moved in here.
"Jacob? What are you doing?" a sleepy voice questioned from next to him.
"Draco!" the shifter exclaimed. "You remember me?"
The blonde sat up and ran a hand through his platinum hair. "Of course I remember you," he replied. "Are you okay?"
Hmmm... Did he forget that he forgot? That sounded smart Jacob. But he was relieved regardless; Draco remembered him! "I'm fine now," Jacob replied happily. "You look different this morning," he pointed out.
Draco looked at him like he'd grown another head. "I look the same as yesterday," he replied. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Maybe I'm not. What's going on? "No, really, you look different. I can't put my finger on it though." Draco really did look different! His hair looked a bit longer and in general he looked... older, maybe? Yeah... His cheekbones were sharper, he looked slightly bigger; all in all he was still beautiful and still Draco but he looked a few years older. Was he still dreaming? But I just woke up!
Draco chuckled and pushed his mate down on the bed. He climbed on top of the bigger body and kissed Jacob's lips lightly. "It's not a bad different I hope," he said.
The shifter smiled. "Not bad at all." He looked down between them; they were both wearing pajama bottoms. Wait. "You used your legs!" he exclaimed.
Draco looked at Jacob, again, like he'd grown another head. He then slid off of the bigger body and placed a hand on a normally hot forehead. "You feel as warm as normal," the blonde said worriedly. "You haven't eaten any of Lydia's concoctions again, have you? I told you not to let her coax you into it anymore."
"Lydia?" Jacob asked, confused. He sat up and looked at the blonde questioningly.
"Oh dear," Draco said. "What has she done to you this time?" He pulled a thin robe on to cover his bare chest before pushing Jacob back down on the bed, and he grabbed his wand. "Lydia!" he called, his voice amplified from his magic.
A few moments later, a tiny girl ran into the room in frilly pink pajamas and jumped onto the bed. She instantly latched herself onto Jacob who couldn't even see what she looked like she was so close.
Draco looked at the girl sternly. "Lydia, darling, have you made Daddy anything to eat that I don't know about?"
Daddy?
The little girl giggled and released Jacob. He finally got a good look at her. She was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Her skin was a little bit paler than Jacob's, and she had long dark hair. She had the cutest, plumpest face and an adorable smile that was missing a couple of teeth. And her eyes... Draco's eyes... They were big and silver...
Holy shit.
Wow.
Whoa.
Oh wow!
"We have a daughter!" he exclaimed, never feeling this happy before in his entire life. He hugged the little girl to him and she giggled again.
"Not so tight, Daddy!" she laughed, hugging him back with her little arms.
Daddy... Wow, just wow.
"Jacob, are you sure you're okay?" Draco questioned. The little girl crawled out of Jacob's arms and in to the blonde's. Seeing the two of them together…
It hurt despite what a wonderful picture it made. He wouldn't get this in real life.
With a jolt, he sat up in the guest bed he'd fallen asleep in.
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