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I have seen this man and his "COMPANY!!!" working underground, in the city pits. BOLLOCK contracts!!! they are digging under the city into everyone's water pipe!!! YOU ARE READING THIS CORRECTLY
they are recordering people going to the BLOODY BATHROOM!!
i am currently just bloody fuming and frankly not happy at all...
“You have any idea,” he said softly, dangerously, “what you do to me when you go quiet like that?”
Your breath caught. His gaze dropped again—slow, unashamed—then dragged back up to your eyes. The look there was dark, controlled, threaded with something sharp and wanting. When his hand finally left the wall, it didn’t touch you. It hovered at your waist, close enough that you swore you could feel it.
“Say the word,” Joel murmured, voice rough now, “and I’ll walk away.”
But neither of you moved. The space between your bodies vanished, replaced by heat, tension, restraint stretched thin. His forehead rested briefly against yours, a quiet, aching pause.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re avoiding me,” he said quietly.
You swallowed. “I’m standing right here.”
His jaw tightened, eyes flicking to your mouth for half a second too long. The air between you felt charged, heavy, like one wrong move would snap it in two. When he leaned in, it wasn’t to kiss you—just close enough that his breath brushed your cheek.
“Don’t,” he murmured, voice low and strained, “look at me like that if you don’t mean it.”
And somehow, the restraint was worse than anything else.