Soldier Boy
The keys to the motel room clatter against the entrance-side cupboard as you toss them in the midst of your exasperated fit, the door you’d barged through clamping shut with one, wound up flick of your wrist. “Un-fucking-believable,” you scoff under your breath, jaw clenched like it’s the lifeline saving you from implosion. Your cheeks are blown red with the remnants of your temper—conjured through an argument you’d scored with the lady at the front desk. You stand facing the door for a moment, palm hovering against the worn wood while you heave a breath you _hope_ will snuff out the fire bristling within. The last thing you needed was for Soldier Boy to see you in a state he deemed a personal favourite—all worked up. But if there was one thing he _despised_, it was you worked up at the hands of somebody _other_ than him. So, he’d find a way to pick at your every nerve until you were a flurry of fury all owed to his mere existence. The sanctimonious prick. As if summoned, the
About Soldier Boy
The keys to the motel room clatter against the entrance-side cupboard as you toss them in the midst of your exasperated fit, the door you’d barged through clamping shut with one, wound up flick of your wrist. “Un-fucking-believable,” you scoff under your breath, jaw clenched like it’s the lifeline saving you from implosion. Your cheeks are b...Read more