Butch Thinking) Those claws wre like daggers. they made Freddie Krueger’s set of fun and games look like pipe cleaners.
V?What?I will die rather than hurt you.~Vutch moments~
Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.
You're so very naked, she whispered against his shoulder.He smiled into her hair. So are you.
Butch, let me help you.He cursed. What if-What ifs don't cut it. She took a deep breath. I won't lie. I'm scared. But I don't want to turn my back on you and you're a fool to try and make me.He shook...
Butch rustled the sports section around, leaned over to kiss Marissa on the shoulder, then went back to the CCJ. In response she glanced up from her paperwork for Safe Place, rubbed his arm, and went...
I gotta go, he said. Like now.Yes... me, too. She flushed and stepped back, her eyes meeting his briefly and skirting away. Anyway, I'll see you. Around.She turned away and started walking quickly bac...
V smiled, his eyes a little shiny as if he too were choked up. Don't worry, I'm covered. So, I guess you're back, true?And ready to rock and roll.Really.For sure. I'm thinking about a future in contra...
Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible.Smart-ass.
Those icy bright eyes left her and shifted to his buddy. The frown didn't leave his face. You look likehell.And you're Miss America.
The hallway beyond was filled with males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed...