The Veteran Who Shouldn't Want Me
I carried the coffee down the dock at seven, and my hands still smelled like diesel.
The fuel line held. Nobody asked about it. That was fine. I knew.
End of Chapter 2
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveI carried the coffee down the dock at seven, and my hands still smelled like diesel.
The fuel line held. Nobody asked about it. That was fine. I knew.
End of Chapter 2
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