“Ryan, get up,” Eric commands.
You don’t mean to glare at him, but you do. You glare daggers at him, and you hope he takes one right to the heart. You slam your head back down onto the mount of pillows you have created for yourself on the hotel bed and try to forget.
People keep asking you if you’re alright. You don’t know what else to say to
(
Read more... )
Comments 5
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Reply
Glad you enjoyed it! :)
Reply
Hi, I'm new. Invitcus_86 told me I should friend you. So hi! I'm friending you! I write Olympic Slash of the non-swimming variety. But I am a new fan who has gone crazy recently reading it. I look forward to going through you previous stories. I've definitely liked what I've read so far! :)
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment