Hugh
I realize I should know who this guy is. I don't. I know he's in some magical capacity involved in the stupid shit. That's about it. I don't know. I should pay attention when things are explained I don't. Whatever.
Anyway, I would have kissed him a long time ago if I'd known how sad and lonely and touch starved he was. He basically just crawled into my arms like an orphaned puppy and has been there ever since needing to be hugged and loved on like his soul depends on it. He's not a bad kisser either. Despite us spending half the night in a burning forest, he tastes refreshingly of salt, like a cool ocean breeze. He's also boney and a little soft like he does nothing but crawl out of bed and put this ridiculous hoodie on. His hair looks like he last brushed and cut it ten years ago and that was only by accident.
In short, I'm probably keeping him and taking him home if only to supervise him getting cleaned up and having a decent meal. Poor pathetic thing. If I'd known he'd kiss me like his closeted life depended on it I'd have kissed him a long time ago. Oh well. Making up for it now.
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The Fleece Job (Olympus Drive Chronicles)
Teen FictionThe tale of Jason and the Argonauts and the quest for the Golden Fleece, as a modern day heist novel. Set in the Olympus Drive Universe with characters from previous novels that make up the Argonauts. Content/Trigger Warning: Some minor peril and vi...
