"I know I haven't really been myself...but I can't help this feeling I get when I see you...it had always happened like when I saw you at the hospital. I was confused but at the same time...I...I feel this connected between us and shit it scared me...a lot. I may not really remember much...but there's one thing I do remember and that's...that's realizing I...I lov-"the door bell rang interrupting his speech.
He got up and went to open it, while I sat there and twirled shark's ring in my finger. Shark...where are you...I need you.
"Uh...uhm Brooks..." Stiles called his face a mixture of shock, anger, and confusion.
"What...who is it?" I asked getting up from the couch.
"May...May I come in", I heard a familiar voice speak...is that...no way it couldn't be.
"S...shark..."I whispered in shock. My Shark was right there in front of me, his bags on the floor beside him and a little baby that looked a lot like him in his arms.
"Babe..." he took in a shaky breath and set the little boy down. Men, that kid was cute. He was a spitting image of Braeden...like a 3 year old Braeden to be exact. Who was he?
He took a step forward and reach out to me, but I instinctively took a step back. I mean this was all too good to be true, it was all a dream that I would wake up from.
"Bryson...it's me, babe", he said, his head cocked in confusion as he took another step forward and I backed away.
"It's a dream...you're not actually here, it's just his way of punishing me...the fucking dream god", I whispered. "Why the fuck is this happening to me...I don't deserve this kind of pain, all I ever wanted was to be loved. Not teased to the brink of insanity."
I fell back and slid against the wall, my eyes filled with tears and my body wracked heavily with sobs. Why did everything have to be a dream...why can't we just stick to reality for once?!
"Bryson...what the he..." he turned to look at the little boy standing beside him then looked back up and at me again. "What are you talking about; it's me...your shark. I'm real babe...this isn't a dream".
He knelt down and pulled me into his big strong arms, he really was real. MY Shark was back...
"I...I can't believe you're here. I missed you so much it hurt, I don't want you to leave ever again", I whispered in tears. Showering his face with soft kisses, his 5 o'clock shadow tickled my face as he pulled me in a kiss. Totally unaware of the presence of people in the room, I slid on top of him and grinded my body hard against him causing him to groan.
"Baby...nnnnggggg", he whined softly. And thrusted up against me, I felt his hands slip into my pyjama pant and firmly squeeze my ass. He was about to take of my pants when we heard someone clear their throat....shit MOM!
Braeden shot up from the floor, carrying me in the process...the way he handled me sometimes. I was like I was a piece of paper; he could carry me without breaking a sweat. I loved that but sometimes...it made me feel self-conscious, was I that small?!
I felt his arms wrapped around me, when I started to shift away from him. I looked up at him with my eyebrow raised in confusion.
"You almost slipped from my fingers once baby...never happening again", he said with a firm and strong voice. I smiled up at him and pulled him into another kiss, digging my nails into his neck...the kiss was desperate, filled with tensive lust.
"I love you", I said against his lips.
"I love you too...god I want...no I need to be inside you, or I think I might die", he whispered against my neck.
Obviously unaware of all the eyes that were still glued to us, my mom and I think Parker cleared their throat again.
I pulled away from the kiss and turned around, my faced red with embarrassment, I smiled bashfully and mumbled and apology. I noticed the little kid braeden had was now trying to get Stiles' attention, but Stile ignore him. He harrumphed and pouted as he climbed up the couch with very great difficulty and reached out to grab stiles, but all he got was his silk boxer. They slid down Stiles' waist like butter on a hot cookie sheet. I gasped in surprise, as I stared at his dick intently like I was trying to memorize every detail. He was exactly like Braeden, physically...like they both had the same body build, big and muscular. I had tried to wrap my hand around one of his biceps once and I didn't even get half way around it. His dick was beautiful...just like Braeden's.
He quickly pulled up his shorts and turned beet red, when his eyes fell on me I was still staring down at the bulge between his meaty thighs. I looked up to see him staring at me, a faint smirk on his face. I know that smirk...I miss that smirk. Braeden's smirk wasn't as hot as Stiles's though, Stiles had this smirk that was so mysterious, cocky and just downright sexy. Braeden's smirk was more playful...but still sexy. Wait what the fuck why was I comparing the two? I mean it's Braeden I love...but I also...I also loved...naaa I can't even think it...more or less say it. If I had to choose between both of them I would probably go completely crazy...but then again I sort of chose already Braeden.
"You never chose him hun, he just happened to be there when stiles wasn't...you picked Stiles...you have for a very long time, you're just too stubborn to realize that".
"K hi ya...who the fuck are you...you seriously need to stop talking to me...like wtf who died and made your opinions worth listening to hunh? So do me a favour quit trolling and piss off!"
"hahah I honestly don't know whether to laugh at you or, pity you...you are arguing with your fucking mind...hahaha get help Bryson...and soon kid, you're starting to creep me out"
"Fuck you-"a loud ear splitting shriek shook me out of the little quarrel with myself. Little Braeden whose grip on Stiles' short was the only thing keeping him up slipped and fell forwards over the arm of the chair.
Braeden was at his side in a flash, picking him up he cradled him in his arm and whispered soothing words to him, till his cries were nothing but little whimpers.
"You okay, Lec? He whispered as the little kid wrapped his tiny arms around Braeden's thick neck. I knew Braeden was a huge guy, 6"3 with 255 pounds of pure muscle. But seeing him carrying that little small child-who could fit through a cat flap without any struggle-made him look extremely huge...like freaking Thor meets Hulk huge.
"I want to you to tell Stiles over here that you're sorry". Braeden titled his head back and tried to get him to look up, but he just wrapped his little arm around his neck more tightly and shook his head
"Nnnnhhhnnnn...No!"
"Brock Alec Salverda, I want you to look up and apologize right this instant", Braeden whispered firmly, the tone of his voice was the exact same as my mom when she was scolding me. Who the hell is this kid...I have to know...it's driving me crazy, I didn't want to believe the kid was Br-...no I don't even want to go there.
Brock raised his head slowly and whispered "I'm sowwy" his bottom lip quivered and I watched as his beautiful blue eyes darken and filled with tears. He buried his head back in the crook of Braeden's neck and wept. I don't know what is more heart breaking than the sight of a beautiful little boy in tears; it made ME feel like crying.
"Shhhh, its ok baby, no one's angry at you...see Stiles isn't mad". Braeden said softly trying to get him to calm down. He raised his head again and looked towards Stiles, who was smiling sweetly at him. He winked at Brock and waved at him. Awwwww so fucking adorable!
Brock giggled and squirmed against Braeden.
"So...anyone want to tell me what is going on?" I heard mom say...oh no she's pissed.
"Listen mom Braeden is-"
"Maybe I should go..." he cut me off and stood up.
"No! You can't leave...no please you just got here...you're finally back you cannot leave me again!" I snapped, gripping hard onto his arms and trying but failing to pull him back down...damn he really got stronger and bigger.
"Ok...but let me explain...why I'm here", he sighed sitting back down and pulling me and Brock closer to him. He kissed out heads and began "I came back because I missed you...I needed you, It's like I couldn't function without you...nothing made sense anymore. Food didn't taste right, water didn't quench my thirst, and it was like there was always something missing in everything I did. I...I cried myself to sleep most nights because of all these feelings; they were so overwhelming, so intense. My chest hurt and I hardly gave a shit what I did or said to anyone. I don't know why but my attitude made people like me. The kids at my new school, they treated like a god, they like tried so hard to kiss up to me. The cheerleaders...I can't even begin to...I was envied at that school. I mean I was the new kid and I was already sitting with the jocks and cheerleaders, the coach was already thinking of making me the quarterback...it was just like school here. So much pressure, people expected me to lead them...they looked up to me and I was in no position to lead them, or give them advice. I mean when I was here I had a reason to be the way I was...I wanted to impress you Bryson. God I tried so hard, getting good grades, winning games, and being a great leader at that school. But you weren't in this school and I was lost I didn't know exactly what I was doing...nothing made sense. It was then that I decided that if didn't come back and be with you...then it was over me, I know that's a little stupid and extreme but you gotta believe me, it's how I felt", he sighed in exasperation and raked his hands through his hair pulling hard on the soft, brown locks.
I reached over and untangled his fingers from his hands, kissed his finger and smoothing out his hair. He blushed bright crimson and smiled bashfully, he was so adorable; I leaned in and gave him a light kiss not caring that everyone was watching. I was about lean over and kiss him again when I heard Stiles clear his throat, I shot him a glare and let Braeden continue.
"Anyways, my parents were flying to Hawaii for their anniversary so I saw that as perfect way to fly back here...with uh Lec, my brother and...Well here we are. And I'm really sorry for barging into your house at this hour, but I really had to see Bryson" He apologized to my mom, which is unnecessary...I mean it's like apologizing for being a boy.
"It's ok, I ju-"
"K, so now that Shark has cleared everything up with you guys, we are going to go upstairs...to bed night Peoples!", I said really fast pulling Braeden up, who had picked up Brock...or as Shark called him "Lec".
"Whoa...whoa...whoa not so fast there buddy, he can't stay here...I'm sorry".
"What?!" She can't be serious. What the hell?!
"Listen honey...I...I know you've missed him and you haven't seen him in a while but I just don't think this is a smart idea...I mean what about your parents and the fact that you just grabbed your little brother, whose is too small to be in this kind of situation. I'm sorry but I can't have a runaway in my house", my mom snapped, standing up and walking to the door. "I know you're really tired Braeden and you were looking forward to seeing my son, but now is not the right time, come back tomorrow, but for today you have to find somewhere else to sleep...I can give you money for a hotel tonight".
"Brianna, what the hell has gotten into, why are you sending him out, he just got here. After all he's been through; he deserves to be here with Bryson" Parker yelled-whispered to my mom as she stood up and went to close the door, but my mom's foot was in the way.
"I'm so sorry but Braeden I think you should leave...now, here" she reached into her purse and pulled out a huge wad of cash. "This is $1200, you guys can stay a hotel for the night and I don't know have some food...your brother needs to eat and sleep, he's too small to be up at this hour, Good night Braeden".
"No, thank you...keep your money, Ma'am. I'll figure something out", he said flatly.
"I think you should take it, I mean you need to feed the kid and-"
"I said no!" He replied more harshly this time, making my mom flinch. Before walking out, I followed him out the door, glaring hard at my mom. I hated her more than anything else right now, how dare she do that...I mean I would expect something like that from Parker but not my mom, she was the more easy-going fun one.
"Bryson...where are you going?" she asked me pulling me back inside and was about to close the door.
"Get your fucking hands away from me, I'm staying with my boyfriend and calling Markus to come pick him up....because unlike you, I have a heart. He's my fucking boyfriend, my life godammit mother, why do you hate him so much. He's done absolutely nothing to you, and he loves me...he's never hurt me, he saved me!"
"Bryson...I...I just don't think he's a...I mean I don't like-"
"Know what?" I cut her off "Fuck you, mother. Don't speak to me...just leave me the hell alone". I barked at her, before walking into kitchen to call Markus.
I hated saying those things to my mom, but when it comes to Braeden I would kill anyone to protect him. I called Markus...men was he going to be grumpy as hell, but then again who wouldn't be.
Markus: "whaaaaa!" he whined.
Me: "hhaha hey Markus...I need you to come over, it's really important I need you help"
Markus: "oh my fucking god, Rex, what could you possibly need help with at 2 am in the motherfucking morning!!! He yelled in frustration.
Me: "Thank you so much Markus, I owe you one muaahh I'll see you in 10 minutes"
I quickly hung up the phone before he could complain, hahah he's so cute when he's sleepy...but in a totally none attractive way...pfft!
I walked out to see Braeden sitting on the porch, with Brock cuddled close against him asleep. He was humming to a familiar tune, he looked so tired. It was unfair what my mom was doing, I mean braeden can take care of himself but the little three years old doesn't know anything...it pissed me off so much.
"Hey...bring him into the house and put him on the couch...let him sleep inside its warm", I whispered, pulling him up...well trying to.
"No...I don't think that's a good idea. Your mom made it pretty clear she doesn't want either of us in there...I'm really sorry about this...maybe I should have just stayed".
"OH. MY. GOD, please don't do this Braeden, just put Brock inside now...please I am begging you, I'll literally get on my knees if I have to" my voice quivered, as I crouched down ready to beg on my knees.
"Alright...I'll do it...god you're such a drama queen", he winked at me before going to put him inside.
I sat down on the porch and stared out into the dark night...Shark was back, I still can't believe it. I mean is he staying or is he going to leave me...and that little boy Brock, I don't know, I feel like I'm missing something, I mean I've seen Braeden's brother once and I didn't really look at him because his mom was going out with him. But I mean, I don't think that...never mind, I'm probably just being paranoid. All that matters is that Shark is back, maybe for a night or a week or forever, I don't know or care. As long as he still loves me that's all I care about.
I felt something warm and fuzzy wrap around me "Your mom told me to use this to cover ourselves with...she doesn't want us to get a cold", he mumbled against my neck. I crawled between his legs and leaned back against the wall. Wrapping the blanket around us, I sighed in frustration before turning around and straddling him.
"Mmmm, that's better; I need to see your face, so I know you're real".
"I'm real Bryson...I missed you so much, I can't believe you're actually in my fucking arms". I smiled at him, and then purposely sat right on his now hardening dick. He groaned and lifted his hips up, biting his lips.
"Mmmm Braeden junior missed you a lot", he placed his hands on my hips and pushed them down to meet his thrust
"Ha! Ew no don't you ever say that again please...that is such a turn off Braeden", I laughed.
"whaaat, what did I say?!" he whined.
"Braeden junior...really? I mean that's something you name your son...not your fucking dick!" he flinched slightly, and then smiled at me.
"What you don't like pet names for dicks hahah"
"Nope...they are so weird like really Little Braeden...I prefer the term...Dick, Cock, Penis, Schlong, Disco stick, Love Stick, salami, sausage, pork sword, Love muscle-"
"okay, okay...I get it! Haha stop".
"Magic wand, love shaft, baby maker, magic mushroom tip, staff, divine rod-" he placed his hand over my mouth cutting me off.
"hahah stop it...I get it no more pet names for my dick".
I nodded and smiled under his palm. He let go and I yelled out "Heat-seeking love missile, Bald-Headed Yogurt Slinger...now I'm done hehhe".
"Little chicken shit, so while we're on this topic...is there any other specific turn offs you have...so I'm aware", he wrapped the blanket tighter around us and pulled me firmer against him so our faces were just a couple inches away.
"mmm let's see, Underwear sniffing, armpit sniffing, toe licking...well anything to do with feet...unless it's foot massage hahah and the whole BDSM...slave and master thing...creeps me the fuck out."
"haha ok...well I understand the whole underwear sniffing thing it's sick but apparently it has some to do with pheromones but I still find that disgusting so I'm with you on that one, same goes for armpit sniffers. Now feet, I would kiss your feet if you wanted me to...so long as you washed them first hahha. He kissed my nose and smiled. "Now BDSM, I was really looking forward to being your master and making you do whatever I want." He joked.
"Go away you perv...I'm not serving you hahha...beside you don't have to force me, I'll be willing to do anything for you...be it bad or good." I said firmly with a determined tone. "Anything shark...anything"
"Likewise babe...", he whispered back. He leaned in and kissed me, I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, and he brushed it against mine. Braeden tasted like oranges with a faint hint of mint.
"Tic Tacs...such a loser" I said, I felt him smiled against my lips.
He thrust his tongue forward aggressively, encouraging me to duel with him. Strong arms wrapped around me, pressing him close.
I explored him mouth, running my tongue over the peaks of his teeth, feeling the smooth blunt pointy tips of them. I deepened the kiss, revelling in the sensation of his mouth beneath mine, warm skin and taut muscles pressed full length against me. It's been pure agony, these past months without him. Still kissing, we fell sideways onto the warm blanket that had slipped off us, hands and mouths exploring. In the distance, I could hear the honking of a car. Ignoring it, I dug my nails into his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath my fingers.
The stupid ass honking became louder and I had to break the kiss, I looked up to see Markus's car, he was in it. I guess he couldn't see us, because of the darkness. "He's here...Markus", I panted, and he always left me breathless.
"Oh...uhmm, ok, lemme go say hi to him, before I grab Lec...I'm pretty sure he'll shit his pants hahah", he croaked, pressing his lips hard against mine before standing up.
I walked with him towards the car, his big (under-moisturized)calloused hands in my small soft daily moisturized hands...I honestly don't know why guy don't take the time to moisturize their beautiful skin.
"What the hell Rex...what is it, whyd'u wake-" his face paled as he took in the sight of Braeden. He swore softly as he got out of the car and took two long strides towards Braeden. Me thinking he was going to hug Shark, stepped back and let them do their thing, but I was wrong. Markus strike out and punched Braeden in the face.
"What the fuck", I and Braeden yelled in unison.
Before Shark could recover, Markus had him pinned against the truck and he leaned in and kissed him right on the lips, if the kiss wasn't so hot I would have been pissed. He pulled back and spat, I don't know if he was trying to get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth that was caused by the hit or trying to get rid of the taste of Braeden. But he answered my question when he leaned in and gave Braeden a softer kiss.
"What the hell is wrong with you D...what was that for?!" Braeden fumed, pushing Markus away.
"That was for not answering my thousands of calls and not replying to my fucking hundred emails, you stupid son of a bitch...do you have any idea what you fucking put me through godammit Braed, what is wrong with you!"
"I...I'm sorry D, I was just...I just couldn't I was in too much pain and I was really confused...I'm sorry man" he whimpered, before going in for another hug. they held onto each other desperately. "Whyd'u kiss me though?!"
"Because I thought I had lost you forever, dick breath. And when I saw you...I don't know, I just had to do that...so am I a good kisser?" he laughed as they pulled away.
"ahaha I missed you man".
"hey don't avoid the question bro...am I?" he pressed on.
"ya...but not as good as my little man" he reached out and pulled me close to him. He really had grown. Before my head was just below his chin now when I stand my head is right in front of his chest. Ridiculous I know!
"Whatever man...you loved it and you know it", he smiled sitting on the hood of his jeep.
"hey man...guess who's here with me?!"
"who?" he asked, leaning back in the hood. He winced at the cool metal, I hadn't noticed until now but he was half naked. He only had on sweats and some slippers. What a great body...and I am such a man-whore ahhaa. But he wasn't as hot as shark, I don't think anyone is. Well except...Stiles...but he wasn't hotter than him, they are sort of on the same level. And there I go again comparing them...ugh!
"Well, he is 3 years old now and he is small with dirty blonde hair and these intense blue eyes. Oh and he used to have this nickname...mmm what was it buddy, bubby, budders...butters?"
"Oh my god...Bubbers...Bubbers is here?!", he shrieked, shot off the hood and jumped up and down while fanning his face with his hands...he looked like a girl who just found out, her lifelong crush just asked her out on date. hahah.
"hahah ya, he's inside but he's asl-" Braeden didn't even get to finish, Markus had booked it into the house.
"So..." I sighed. oh my god Bryson don't you dare cry...no...no...no, don't cry.
"Don't cry, I'll see you tomorrow babes, stop crying...you're gonna make me cry. You know I hate to see my man cry", he pulled me closer to him and kissed my head.
"I'm sorry, it's just not fair...I...I mean I just got you back...an...And now I gotta let you go...I don't want that I mean missed you so much." I was literally now in hysterics and my body wracked violently with sobs.
"hey...hey, I'm here now and that's all that matters okay baby, please no more crying." He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him for dear life. "I don't want to leave you either...I want to take you upstairs to your room and place you on your bed, kiss you from head to toe. Before I enter you...where I belong...where I am meant to be, inside you making you mine and only mine." He kissed my head and pulled me tighter against him.
"How about you take Brock, me and you...and maybe even Markus to another country. Lets run away just us...fuck the world, remember you told me it's you and me against the world", I leaned back, so I could see his face.
"hahahah, now you sound crazy...I'll take you upstairs to bed. I want you to sleep and dream about your shark ok babe?".
"kay..." I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder as he carried up to my bed. He tucked me in and kissed me.
"I love you Bryson...it's crazy, words can't explain how I feel about you kid". He said firmly.
"mmmm I love you too" I yawned, I didn't know how tired how tired I was until I hit the bed. I instinctively pulled him on the bed with me, when he leaned in for a kiss. All I remember hearing before was a "I love you" and then the door close.
I woke up in a daze, my body was damp with perspiration, I was shaking violently. I felt tears pool at the bottom of my eyes and my lips quivered, what a horrible nightmare. I guess Stile heard my scream, because he came into my room and sat on the bed beside me.
"You okay...brooks?" he tentatively reached out and touched my wet cheeks.
"Ya...sniff I'm ok...I...I just had a bad dream is all sniff I'll be fine", I smiled weakly at him. His scent filled my nostrils and I sighed in content. He looked at me, his gaze was penetrating; it made me feel a little uneasy. It was like he was reading me; my darkest thoughts and secrets were out there in the open.
"I...I never got to finish what I wanted to t-"
"No!" I cut him off. "Please don't you can't say it...I have a good thing going with Shark, you cannot confuse me", I whispered firmly.
"Shark...didn't you use to call him that when we were little..."he stated.
"ya..."
"I don't care, before the accident we were together and I'm not going to let Salverda take what mine!" he growled before crawling over me. the fuck!
"w..what are you doing...get off me" I shrieked, pushing him away from me.
"remember what I told you about pushing me away, it hurts Brooks. Just let go, I know you love me...it's the last thing I remember before the crash. You had told me you loved me...b...but I was too scared to say it back, but I Love You brooks, I really do".
"I...I" before I could say anything else. His lips were on mine...mint and cherry engulfed my sense. His tongue snaked out and traced my bottom lips before invading my mouth with his tongue. He bit down lightly on it, driving me into a frenzy, I gasped and thrusted up against him. My common sense was gone now...I wanted him. And it scared me. he pulled away looking down at me, his eyes filled with intense lust and love. "I love you Bryson and I'm going to make you mine...no one is taking you away from me" he growled before grabbing my shark necklace and yanking it from my neck.
"No! What are you doing?!" I tried to pull him off me but he was extremely heavy.
"Don't push me away godammit! Stop struggling and listen to me brooks. Forget him...he's not meant for you...he'll hurt you."
"You don't know that...he'll never hurt me, he's my saviour".
"Ha! Your saviour, oh my poor little naive boy."
"Just stop...why are you doing this to me...you forgot about me...I didn't know what to do. You fucked my brother and you expect me to run into your arms and pretend that nothing happen between you and Ty?" I spat the words at him, getting angrier.
"What? You think I...oh my god...how...I never slept with Ty...I...I only kissed him and that was it Bryson, I would never do that to you. Why do you think of me as such a bad person?" he cocked his head in confusion. I could see his eyes filled with hurt and frustration, it made me sad. But he did almost take my life....
"Because...because you almost killed me..." I whispered, looking anywhere but his face. I felt his body tense up, he got of me and sat on the edge of the bed again, his back was facing me...his back...the back I had marred with my fingernails during sex with him. I wonder what he would do; if he found out I lost my virginity to Braeden...and not him. I hesitated for a second before reaching out and tracing my finger across the little healed pink scratch marks on his back. I really need to stop doing that. He flinched a little before turning around; his beautiful green eyes were glassy with tears.
"Remember those..." he smiled bashfully.
"ya...sorry", I looked down playing with the bed sheet.
"don't apologize...I love it when you do that, it drives me wild...I'm hard just thinking about it", he murmured, pointing towards the huge bugle in his boxers. He leaned closer to me and kissed my cheeks, the smell...god I loved it.
"mmmm Mint and Cherries I blurted out without thinking.
"haha...What?"
"...oh...uhm...well do you use any product that smells like mint or cherry"
"No, why?"
"...well uhm...you kinda smell and taste like Mint and Cherry, I love it"
"hahah you do now...does my cock taste like that too?"
"uh...uhm...I don't know" I felt my face burn in embarrassment.
"wanna find out?", he smirked, climbing on top of me again. He nuzzled against my neck.
"Mmmm....uh no, I can't I have school tomorrow...so uhm good night". I pushed him off me and turned away from him biting down hard on my lip. God I wanted him. What is wrong with me?!
"Haha fine...but I'm cuddling with you", he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his hard warm body, I could feel his erection pressing hard against my lower back. He thrusted his hips everyone in a while and for some unknown reason...I didn't stop him. I slept very comfortably...but there was still this feeling of something missing and it made me a little restless.
I woke up, to stiles half on top of me; his head was on the pillow right next to mine. Turning my head to look at his face his dark lashes that laid softly against his high cheekbones and his 5 0'clock shadow made him look like a manly baby ha-ha so cute.
I heard feet coming up the stair and before I could get him off me, the door barged open.
"Hey Bryson...Braeden is-"Markus froze, the look of shock and anger on his face was enough to make me tear up...Fuck I've messed up. Shark.
*Hey guys, sorry this chapter was a little late, had a lot of party planning to do, but here it is.