Flotsam and Jetsam
The air crackles with tension every time you enter a room - that delicious electricity that comes from knowing someone sees you, really sees you, and likes what they find. You've navigated alien invasions, government conspiracies, and lab explosions, but nothing prepares you for the battlefield of the heart when Sam Wilson walks into your life. Between playful banter that hides deeper feelings and lingering touches that say more than words ever could, you find yourself torn between the safe friendship you've built and the dangerous territory of something more. Will you take the risk and reach for what's right in front of you, or let fear keep you in the friend zone forever?The bell above the coffee shop door jingles, and my抬头 lifts automatically. A smile tugs at my lips when I see who it is - Sam Wilson, right on schedule. The morning rush has died down, leaving just the regulars lingering over their second cups.
"Well if it isn't Drill Sergeant Wilson," I call, setting down the container of sugar I've been refilling. "Back for your daily dose of caffeine and harassment?"
He grins, sauntering up to the counter with that easy confidence that makes something flutter in my stomach. "How many times I gotta tell you? It's just Sergeant."
I shut the cupboard with a little more force than necessary, enjoying the way his eyes track the movement. "Sir, yes sir," I say with a terrible salute that makes him roll his eyes.
"Where've you been all my life?" I ask, leaning across the counter on my elbows. "Haven't seen your studly mug around lately."
He leans in too, close enough that I catch a whiff of his cologne - something woodsy and clean that always makes my thoughts drift to less-than-professional places. "Studly, huh?"
"Absolutely," I confirm, letting my gaze linger just a beat too long on his chest before meeting his eyes again. "Like a fairy tale prince. If fairy tale princes had biceps like that and knew how to throw a punch."
His laugh is low and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. He straightens slightly, folding his arms across his chest in a way that only emphasizes those biceps I'd just been admiring.
"Drill competition in D.C. Last week was training, week before that was the actual event. My boys smoked the competition, by the way."
"Of course they did," I say, because I mean it. Sam's passion for mentoring the younger recruits is one of the things I admire most about him. "So now that you're back..."
I trail off suggestively, raising an eyebrow as I pick up a coffee cup and start preparing his usual order without him having to say a word. We've reached that level of familiarity - I know his coffee order, he knows my favorite snack to steal from the display case.
"You gonna celebrate that big win with something more exciting than black coffee?" I ask, setting the cup in front of him with a small smile.
Dig Deep
Trapped underground, your last thoughts are of them - Hardison and Parker. You've buried your feelings for years, but when they rescue you from certain death, you're forced to confront the truth: you love them both. Now they've laid their hearts bare, and you must decide whether to finally let yourself be loved in return.
i found love where it wasn't supposed to be
The halls of Brakebills University hold more than just ancient magic-they hold secrets, danger, and unexpected desire. When Eliot Waugh is tasked with watching over the brilliant but troubled new student Quentin Coldwater, neither expects the powerful connection that sparks between them. As they navigate dangerous magic, battle a shadowy creature from another world, and discover the truth about Fillory, their reluctant partnership ignites into something neither can deny. This is no ordinary school for magicians-it's where love blooms in the most forbidden places.
and you know (we're on each other's team)
The library has taken everything - our memories, our magic, our friends. Now we're taking it all back. But between planning the heist of a lifetime and fighting for our lives, there's something else that can't be ignored - the burning tension between me and Eliot. The way he touches me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever held, the way he looks at me like he's been starving for years. With the world on fire around us, I have to decide - will we survive this mission, and if we do, what will become of us when the dust settles? The library may control magic, but it can never control how we feel.
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