Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 34
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Thirty-Four –
Sorry, We're Cheaters
The sight of a perfect
Matty sprawled over his bedsheets while leafing through a textbook, his cheek
pushed upward by a closed fist that also made the corner of his mouth curl in a
half smile, was the kind of thing Rusty wished he could be more prepared for.
"What?" Matty asked, turning toward him and dropping his fist,
making the half-smile disappear.
"What-what?" Rusty asked,
a little belligerently and slightly unnerved by having been caught staring.
Matty grinned. "Are you
thinking of naughty things? Because I think I can tell when you're thinking of
naughty things."
"You're in my bed, ass
up. You're wearing too many clothes, but that's okay, `cause I know what you look like naked, and the shape
of that ass is clearly visible."
"Was that your answer to my
question?"
"In there, somewhere,"
Rusty said and put one knee on the bed, while Matty turned slowly on one side,
never letting him out of sight. There had been thoughts as he had stared at his
baby dude in his bed, looking so casual and so himself, and they hadn't been
the naughty kind. He wouldn't dwell on them at the moment, since he preferred
solid ground. When it came to sex matters, he'd rather not be a pirate, but
very much a landlubber. No, that wasn't right. He was adventurous, right? But
what if Matty was getting bored with the same-old, same-old?
His musings were brought
to a halt by a slight nudge that made him lose his balance for a moment.
Without hesitation, he threw himself on Matty, ready to fight, his secret
weapon being curled fingers, optimal for delivering the tickling of his
adversary's life.
"I surrender, I
surrender," Matty shouted through hiccups of laughter.
They were in quite a nice
position, Rusty on top rubbing himself against Matty, although there were two
layers of fabric between them. With one hand, he pushed his sweatpants lower so
that he could now rest the Mighty Thor against that still-clothed perfect ass.
"Rusty," Matty warned and
looked over his shoulder, "don't you think I should undress?"
"That's what I keep
telling you ever since you set foot in my room. Don't you know the rules yet?"
Rusty bent over his `victim' and bit Matty's ear, careful to chomp on it only
hard enough to make the other shudder and gasp softly. "You're in my bed, you
should be naked."
"Oh, yeah? What about
that thong? You know, the thong in cheek?" Matty joked.
Rusty straightened up and
smacked Matty's butt cheeks through his pants. "You think you're funny, right?"
"Totally. I'm a very
funny guy."
"Let's see if you can
still laugh once I put you in your place." Rusty pulled Matty's pants lower
until they were right under the beautifully shaped buttocks, making that ass
pop even more. He rested the Mighty Thor between them and began to play around,
grabbing the perky cheeks and pulling them apart. "As they say," he joked,
"ready or not, here I come."
"Wow, you're horny,"
Matty said, but his voice had turned deeper, softer, filled with meaning.
"I haven't seen you since
Friday. The Mighty Thor was starting to fear that he might never see action
again."
"Wow, in just two days?"
Matty asked, feigning surprise.
"What can I say? This guy
has short memory issues. To him, it is like ages have passed."
He took his time pouring
lube over Matty's crack and getting the enticing hole primed and ready for his
cock. Matty appeared to have forgotten about joking and fooling around and was
now waiting, his breath peppered by cute soft moans. He was so pliant under his
hands, so exposed, and Rusty loved every second of it. When he put the head of
his cock against Matty's hole, ready to delve in, he
felt like he could stay like that forever, on the precipice of an undefined
desire that made him want all and still postpone the inevitable so that it
didn't come to pass and become the past already.
He shook his head. All that
talk with August must have gotten into his head. He was thinking like a chick
now, seeking signs in everything, including how Matty's hole opened up to him,
so warm, so tight, and yet so hungry.
"You have a hungry little
hole," he said. The words didn't come out as much of a joke as he had hoped
for. "So beautiful and tight."
"You're damn right it's
hungry," Matty said and brought back a hand to pull at one of his butt cheeks.
"I have no idea why you're taking so long. I can tell the Mighty Thor is ready for
the ride."
Rusty laughed and draped
his entire body over Matty. "You do realize," he whispered right into a cute
ear laid bare to his eyes and lips, "that I'm going to fuck you into the
mattress, right?"
"I wish," Matty
challenged him. "It looks to me like your precious friend has got a terrible
case of shyness overload."
"That's not true," Rusty
retorted and finally pushed.
He groaned without
artifice. It did feel that good.
***
Matty could tell
something had changed in Rusty's attitude, but he couldn't tell what it was.
Also, it was sort of unnerving, because Rusty, without even realizing it, was
teasing him beyond what was possible for him to withstand at the present
moment. Since he was being held down, there was little he could do to hurry
things up, so he just lay there on his belly at Rusty's mercy.
He bit back a moan as
Rusty pushed inside him, making him feel too full. Yet, the familiarity of
having that hard gorgeous cock inside him made up for that almost unbearable
sensation. Rusty was all over him, fucking him in short, deep thrusts, not
letting go, and showering his neck and exposed ear with kisses.
"Fuck, this is so good,"
Rusty whispered huskily, "it's so good fucking you, Matty. Do you have any idea
just how perfect the squeeze of your ass is on my cock?"
"You seem in the mood for
talking dirty, it seems," Matty uttered with some difficulty. He said each word
with a punch at the end, to the rhythm of Rusty's thrusts. Under any other
circumstances, he would have found that a bit hilarious, but, as things were,
he couldn't see himself starting to laugh. Yeah, sex with Rusty was no laughing
matter for sure.
"Then you should match me,
word for word," Rusty challenged him.
"I don't know," Matty
grunted back. "You're the king, after all."
"Not anymore," Rusty said
and bucked his hips again. "I mean, I'm only the king of this castle, and
there's only one loyal subject I need."
"That would be me,
right," Matty said heatedly. "Always at your service."
"Yeah, ready to service
my cock," Rusty replied with a bawdy joke. "You can't say no, and I can use you
as I see fit. All the freaking time. Oh, yeah, that's the life of a royal."
"If this royal saw fit to
make the best out of the movement of his hips, that would be swell," Matty
suggested. What they were doing at the moment wasn't enough to make him go
crazy completely. He needed more, a lot more.
Rusty finally appeared to
understand his predicament and changed the angle of his thrusts while helping
him up onto all fours. Then, he trapped both his arms, linking them through his
and then using only his hips to pound into him, more amply this time around.
"Yes," Matty whispered as Rusty bottomed out inside him, making
him feel like dying the most pleasurable death, if there was such a thing.
Then, Rusty pulled back,
giving him enough room to breathe, but only for a fraction of a second. The
next, he slammed back in, and Matty could swear that it was true what people
said about feeling launched straight to heaven through the means of simple
friction.
"Oh, fuck, Matty, you're
so fucking hot," Rusty praised him and pulled him close, forcing him into an
almost upright position.
Almost, because he still was
able to buck his ass backward to meet Rusty's fucking. They were now acting
like two battering rams, pulling apart only to smack back against each other
with increasingly higher and higher desire to rush toward the end.
"Fuck, I hope it's all
right, because I need to come--" Rusty's words turned into an unintelligible
mess.
Matty squeezed his ass,
to milk Rusty dry, and it really did feel like that because Rusty remained
there for what seemed like moments of eternal bliss. He didn't have time to
react because Rusty, as soon as he withdrew, turned him around, pushed him on
his back and took his cock in his mouth.
Normally, Matty would ask
the other to slow down so that he could prolong his enjoyment, not only the
feeling of expert lips moving up and down his cock, but also the sight of that
blond head from above. Just knowing that Rusty, the famous king of Sunny Hill,
was going down on him, gave him power. But above all else, he loved the feeling
that this amazing guy was his in ways that he didn't belong to anyone else.
No, this wasn't a good
time for postponing. Yeah, they had only been apart for two days, but it did
seem too long in retrospect. Matty's pent up desire rushed through him and
exploded. Rusty seemed to appreciate it, making sounds of delight as Matty
practically served him a new warm meal straight from the source.
And the blond head
emerged from Matty's crotch looking glorious and
satisfied, just a few pearly white droplets at the corner of his mouth. Matty
laughed and brushed his hand over them only to push his finger into his mouth.
Rusty smirked, pleased
with himself, and leaned over, making their mouths meet again. They kissed for
what seemed like a long time.
***
His friends were trying
to push him to move faster than he wanted. But he had a thing for preparation,
and it was justified. As much as he might have seemed to everyone around as
someone who cared absolutely nothing for keeping things tidy, there was a part
inside himself eager for control. Therefore, he couldn't just rush into it.
Matty was resting his
head on his shoulder, so it was easy to caress his hair. "I've heard that the
weekend here was pretty wild."
"I don't know more than
what I've read online," Matty offered. "Apparently, Connor's guys tried to
crush a party, but they got crushed instead." He giggled. "I can only imagine
what Connor is thinking right now. Or doing. He's probably foaming at the
mouth."
"Yeah, I guess." Rusty
pondered over his next question. "And there was that guy who broke into some
singing and stuff. What do you think of him?"
"I don't know. It all
seems very dramatic from what Xpress reported. I mean, masks and all that. Kind
of over the top, don't you think?" Matty was talking fast, like he didn't want to
dwell on that topic for too long.
Now that was quite
disappointing, Rusty thought. Matty didn't seem to
care a smidge about his masked persona, because he appeared too dramatic and
over the top. That was why he never rushed into things. He knew it.
***
Why on earth was he
sounding so defensive right now? It wasn't like Rusty could know or guess that
Rybalt, the masked hero and singer, had kissed him. Matty felt so guilty,
especially after having had Rusty going down on him like that. Gawd, he was
turning into a horrible person, a two-timer in his mind – and wasn't that just
as bad as doing things for real? And hell, he had done... something, by letting
himself be kissed.
It was all for the better
if Rusty didn't think that Matty liked that Rybalt character for a moment. After all, what was there to
like? Except that the guy was absolutely gorgeous, had an amazing voice, and
was also sexy and mysterious? Fuck, fuck, fuck, Matty thought. It was better if
he threw Rusty off that scent. There was no way in hell he would admit that he
liked that guy even a smidge. Damn Zoey and her crazy ideas! If he were caught
in the same situation again, he'd push the guy away and not allow the kiss.
"I mean," he added
quickly, taking Rusty's silence for something else, "he must be a total coward,
wearing a disguise and all."
"What do you mean?" Rusty
stopped caressing his head. "Slicky wears a costume,
too."
Oops, damn. Of course,
Rusty liked the cat boy. "Yeah, but I mean, that's like a... a... I don't know,
something completely different," he blurted out, not knowing what to say.
"Matty, Matty, admit it,"
Rusty said in a sly voice. "You don't like the cat boy because you're jealous
of him."
"Why would I be jealous
of that guy?" Matty sputtered, annoyed with having created a trap for himself
without meaning to. "Wait, are you doing the same things with him that you do
with me?"
"No, why would you even...?
Oh, damn, you are jealous."
Matty pushed himself away
from Rusty. The conversation had gone off the rails, and he saw no rescue in
sight. "Stop it already. You can have your cat boy, whatever."
To his annoyance, Rusty
laughed. "You sound so jealous right now, Matty. And no, I haven't gone down on
him, you little crazy jelly freak."
Of course, it wasn't like
he didn't know exactly what Rusty had done or not done to Slicky Coolplums.
Damn, the situation was so tricky and it would have even been hilarious if it
hadn't been for all the concealed truths.
"I'm not jelly," he said,
his back turned to Rusty.
Rusty embraced him from
behind. "Actually, I think that's pretty cute. And Slicky's a cockteaser,
anyway."
"While I'm not," Matty
blurted out.
Rusty forced him to turn
and looked into his eyes. "No, you're not," he said gently and brushed the hair
away from his forehead. "You're pretty awesome, you know?"
Matty groaned. One moment
of paying attention to someone else and he had made a total fool of himself in
front of Rusty. He covered his face. "Sorry about the outburst, for real. I
mean, it's not like--"
Rusty pulled his hands
away and kissed him. "It's fine. You didn't cross an invisible line or
whatever. I don't have those." Matty had no idea what to say to that. Rusty,
however, seemed more in control. "We're totally cool."
***
How cool they were was a
matter up for debate. On the one hand, Rusty felt elated at the mere thought
that Matty was jealous of Slicky; it proved that he really cared, even if they
were nothing but buttfucking friends. Sure, they were more than that, since
they weren't just fucking and they liked each other well enough, but that
wasn't the point.
On the other hand,
Matty's cute jealousy put him into a very difficult position. He still wanted
to catch that elusive cat boy, take him out of his costume and play with him
until he made him melt completely. What was he supposed to do? Make promises he
wouldn't keep? Sure, he wouldn't do the same things with Slicky
that he did with Matty, but wasn't even the fact that he was trying to
rationalize that a sign that he was acting like a potential cheater?
Ah, damn it. Things were
supposed to be simple, right? The only thing that crossed his mind at the
moment was to continue to kiss Matty slowly, without even making it sexual,
because it was simply more than that, what was happening between them. Who said
they needed labels? Why was everyone so keen on busting his balls lately?
Matty keened as he munched
on his bottom lip a bit too vigorously.
"Sorry, sorry," he said
quickly.
"It's okay," Matty said,
just as quickly. "And I have nothing against the fact that you like Slicky. Nothing
at all."
Rusty pondered that while
munching on his own bottom lip this time. That kind of hurt if done for too
long. He really needed to be more mindful. "How open would you be to a
threesome?"
Matty burst into
laughter. "No way! I mean, come on, Rusty, that's so kinky!"
"Yeah, right. I've seen
you trying to eat your own cock."
"You were making me try
to do it! Anyway, just for the record, do you want me and some other guy from
the street--"
"No," Rusty said
promptly. "Just you and Slicky."
That appeared to make
Matty stop his protests for a bit. Then, he said quietly, "If you manage to
convince him, sure, I'm game."
"What?" Rusty couldn't
believe his ears. "For real?"
"Yeah, for real." Matty
seemed not to have one smidge of hesitation in him as he said that.
"Consider it done," Rusty
said, feeling quite pleased with that development.
"Full of yourself much?"
Matty teased him. "Just for the record, do you think you'd be cured of your cat
boy obsession if we did that?"
"Nah. He might become a
fixture. I'm telling you, Matty, if I had you and Slicky both in my bed and in
my life, I wouldn't want anything else. Anything."
"That's quite something.
All right, let's see if you have what it takes to make Slicky come to heel and
bring him here."
"Sure. Let's shake on
it."
Yeah, not one trace of
hesitation remained as Matty grabbed his hand and
squeezed it. Damn, life was good, Rusty thought as he pulled his baby dude into
another crazy kiss.
***
He had to be absolutely
mental. He liked playing with fire, obviously. The lecture dragged on, and he
didn't have one clue why he was allowing his mind to wander to the crazy
conversation with Rusty from last night when he was supposed to be studying.
So, the guy liked being teased, and only Slicky could do that properly.
One, very easy, course of
action was to put Slicky in storage forever but, in
all honesty, Matty enjoyed being a cat boy at night, time permitting. It gave
him a taste of adventure, just like that kiss from Rybalt. He was so doomed. He
shook his head and turned all his attention to the professor giving her
lecture.
He needed to pull himself
together and stop thinking about crazy things. Studying came first, and he'd
better remember that. Playing cat boy and Rusty in the meantime had to come
second, with all the regret he felt at that.
***
"Rusty, I think there's
something you should see," Jonathan said as they almost bumped into each other
on the landing.
Rusty peered over
Jonathan's shoulder as the other pointed at something on his phone.
He
is doing a wonderful job so far. You shouldn't tell him I said so. That boy
already believes he's entitled to all the praise in the world. And he is, but
he shouldn't know it. It would only go to his head.
The rest of the message
held things of little importance, just the usual between a loving but stern mom
and her son. He scratched his head and pulled at his ear. "That was from
Francine, right? She was talking about me. I mean, obviously, duh. Wait, why
did you show that to me? She practically said that you shouldn't let me know
what she said."
Jonathan laughed, all
good-naturedly. "Yes, she did. But I believe in positive reinforcement, unlike
her. Maddox and I have already decided that we're going to raise our kids in a
completely different way than my family did. I've always wished she'd praise me
more. Consider it a bit of payback."
Rusty grinned and grabbed
Jonathan by the back of his neck, squeezing. "Kids, huh?"
"Was that all you got
from what I said?" Jonathan rolled his eyes, but he was smiling wildly.
"Yeah, because that's the
most shocking thing. Francine liking me? Meh, I knew it already," he said,
hiding just how much pleasure that praise actually gave him. "But wait, how
does she—ah, it was Mrs. May, right? I thought she wanted to turn me into this
beautiful butterfly with wings of steel or something before throwing me in
front of Francine for a performance."
"Don't put it beyond my
mom to do her own research. Also, I told her about how awesome you are as a
singer. I couldn't keep it from her, not when she's so bent on you having to
become a world class singer."
"Uh, man, thanks for the
extra pressure."
"Rusty, you're strong,"
Jonathan said and turned to squeeze his shoulder. "You can take pressure, and I
know it."
"Yeah. Then tell me, how
do I get out of a promise of a threesome?" Rusty had struggled with that all
day. He had been so brave when he told Matty that he
wanted a three-way with him and the cat boy, but the more he thought about it,
the more complications that kind of thing was bound to create. Sure, as far as
sex went, it would be totally explosive. But Matty, in his own cute way, had
shown that he could be jealous. And Slicky was... well, he was sexy and all, but
he was more like a fantasy.
It hadn't felt that way
when Rusty had kissed him while dressed as Rybalt. He had felt very real, and
despite having done no other naughty things since that time when Rusty had
blown a load on his slick costume, there hadn't been much going on between
them.
"Rusty," Jonathan said,
pulling him back to the real world, "what threesome are you talking about?"
Rusty smiled and patted
Jonathan hard on the back. "Parents with kids shouldn't hear about kinky stuff
like that."
"Come on, you can't mean
it," Jonathan said and laughed. "And kids will appear somewhere in the far
future. And when they do, we'll warn them that Uncle Rusty is a bit strange."
Rusty made a face as if
he had just licked a lemon. "You and Maddie are both crazy. I can't see myself
married with children."
"You're still young. That
might change. Or not. It's all up to you, remember that."
"Thank you for the wisdom
pill. Anyways, good talk, Johnny boy. Thank Francine from me. No, better not.
She must remain oblivious of my knowing of her praises. Still, jokes aside, my
man, thank you both, you and your mom. You really turned me around."
He hadn't expected
Jonathan to catch his shoulder before he could disappear into his room. "You're
not off the hook yet. Tell me about that threesome. In a few words, if talking
at length about it is not possible."
"It's just a fantasy,"
Rusty said quickly. "Matty and the cat boy making out in my bed. Me, getting to
be the most delicious filling of that sandwich. You know, mid things. Nothing
special."
"Right," Jonathan
commented. "So, you still like that cat boy? Even though you and Matty are so
serious about each other now?"
"Yeah," Rusty declared
with emphasis. "There's nothing wrong with having hobbies."
"I don't know," Jonathan
said, a smile still curling his lips. "It might be if that hobby implies you
like cheating on your baby dude."
"Urgh, it's not
cheating," Rusty protested. "I mean, they know about each other. And Matty said
yes to the threesome, just so you know. And, basically, if he were to make out
with the cat boy, he'd be a cheater, too. Only that we will all be in the same
room, so it doesn't count. Of course you can't understand. You want kids, for
fuck's sake." At the end of his tirade, Jonathan was already bending over,
laughing. Rusty groaned like an annoyed diva. "Are you satisfied now?"
"Yeah. Without a doubt.
Then I'll leave you be. Just don't be disappointed if the fantasy doesn't turn out
to be as good once it becomes reality."
"Psh,
you don't know cat boys, Johnny boy. And you don't know Matty. Once I have them
both under me, I'm going to implode or something. Or explode. Invest in a good
vacuum cleaner. Don't bury me. I couldn't stand it. Just use an old Greek vase
or something for my remains. I'm sure you have something like that at the
castle. And tell Mr. Simmons that's actually me, not some ordinary dust that
needs dusting."
"We will all treat your
remains with the utmost respect," Jonathan assured him, still shaking with laughter.
"You have my word. However, I feel like I need to ask you something before you
combust and leave us all weeping after you."
"Yeah, sure, go ahead."
Rusty examined Jonathan carefully. This time, the laughter had almost gone, so
what followed had to be a serious question.
"You asked Matty what he thinks of a threesome, and he said yes. Have
you also asked the cat boy about it? He might not be so keen to share. You know
how cats are."
"Damn, Johnny boy, you're
a genius!" Rusty shouted in disbelief. How come he hadn't thought of that?
There was a way out without losing face. If Slicky said no, and he would say
no, then he was off the hook, and he didn't need to bother his head with all the
dilemma about him cheating on Matty, Matty cheating on him, Slicky cheating on
him...
Jonathan was still
stunned as Rusty smooched his cheek for a moment and disappeared, laughing like
a madman, into his own bedroom.
***
"I am so blaming you,
Zoey," Matty started.
"Hopefully, not for the
dying of our planet," Zoey replied promptly and patted beside her for him to
join her on her bed.
"No, that, apparently, is
because of others," Matty said tersely. "You, little lady, are getting me into
a world of trouble."
"Okay, grandpa, what did
I do wrong this time?" Zoey teased him and put her arm around his shoulders as
soon as he had seated himself next to her side.
"You put all those crazy
thoughts into my head about having an alternative to Rusty, and guess what? Now
I feel like a cheater. Also, I said yes to a threesome."
"Wow, wow, wow, slow
down," Zoey warned him. "What threesome? Who's the third wheel? That floozy?"
"Oh, gawd, Zoey, August's
so not a floozy. No, a threesome involving Rusty, the cat boy, and I."
Zoey was still holding
him by the shoulders. She pulled back a little, gave him a long incredulous
look, and then burst into laughter.
"What?" Matty whined.
"What now, really?"
"Only you'd end up in
this kind of situation, but it's actually pretty awesome. That's never going to
happen, so you don't have to worry while pretending to be all up for it. It must
give that kink doctor a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower."
"Yeah, I guess, but it's
also lying. And he brought up Rybalt, so I went overboard and told him that
guy's a coward for wearing a mask and all that, and that prompted Rusty to talk
about Slicky and take that guy's side, and, and—ugh, Zoey, it was only because
I didn't want Rusty to hear what I really think of the masked singer!"
"Wow," Zoey whispered and
looked at him from up close. "You're coming apart!" She began laughing again.
"Thank you, asshole,"
Matty said with a scowl. "There was no reason for me to feel guilty in any way
about Rybalt. I mean, there was," he contradicted himself the very next moment.
"Only that Rusty didn't know about it, and he'll never know. He just thinks
that I have something against Slicky Coolplums and that I'm jealous."
Zoey rubbed her forehead,
still throwing glances at him and barely keeping from breaking out into
laughter again. "Only you'd feel like you cheated on a guy after only a little
peck. Wait, sorry, I take that back. It was a mind blowing kiss, right? Eh, in
that case, I think you'll have to spend a lot of time on your knees, making
amends."
"On my knees? Praying for
forgiveness?" Matty asked, not quite believing his ears.
"Well, if you want to
call it that. What I meant was--" Zoey began making puppets with her hands to
illustrate her words.
When she started bending
her middle finger, Matty caught her hand and put it down. "You have a dirty,
dirty mind, young lady."
"Yeah, grandpa, I know,"
Zoey said with a long sigh. "Too bad it's not appreciated. It's my number one
skill."
"Think of developing
better ones. This one might leave you going hungry," Matty joked.
"Maybe not if I spend
enough time on my knees," Zoey replied promptly.
Matty rolled his eyes.
"That's so like you to say something like that. Anyway, thanks for making me
feel like a cheater. Now, I can't stop thinking about wanting a threesome with
Rusty and Rybalt!" Wow, that really did come out a bit unexpectedly. Yeah, that
was something on his mind and no amount of lecture had been able to squash it.
"Uber kinky," Zoey
approved. "Rusty wants a threesome, you want a threesome... I'd say you two, my
dudes, have quite a lot in common. No wonder you ended up together."
"But we're not really
together, and wanting threesomes with strangers is not cool, Zoey," Matty
continued his lamentations. "I need to get that Rybalt
dude out of my head and focus on Rusty. I feel like I might be going slightly
mad."
"Yeah, cool song." Zoey
nodded in approval. "Now listen here, Matty, since you say I got you into this
mental mess or whatever you want to call it. Dress as Slicky, go hunt down
Rybalt. Do the crazy with him and get him out of your system. See? All
guilt-free."
"Only in your head,
obviously."
"No, it's not. And after
that, I promise I'll kneel with you and say, to the powers that be or whatever:
sorry, we're cheaters."
"I'm not doing any kind
of kneeling with you," Matty said and shook his head. "You're crazy."
"But you love me," Zoey
added and nudged him in the ribs.
He took her by the
shoulders and held her close. "Yeah, heaven knows why."
TBC
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