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She’d slept in this bed a dozen times, through thunderstorms and late night movies. When he was gone for his surgery and she was told to go home to sleep and shower and she was too scared and worried to do anything but curl up where he was now asleep. A dozen times, she thought, but never like this. In the sunlight, bare with a kaleidoscope of bruises on her body, Alina wondered if Liam would regret taking care of her and if his heart was in the same place as hers. She could’ve sworn he made a sound, and her eyes went nervously wide. “Hold me?” she asked in a nervous whisper, hoping that in his own exhaustion she could stave off the inevitable heartbreak of being blindingly in love with her best friend and that he would realize, with a new day, that he wanted something different, something better. Her chin quivered, waiting hopefully for him to pull her close, as her eyes drank in every millisecond of bliss and hair on his head.

He was surprised, openly at that, brows quirked and mouth ajar for a moment. Lips pressing into a line as he followed Max, a soft smile formed when he saw Neto. “What made you think that?” he quipped curiously, rugged hands running through dishevelled locks. A few slow trudged till his bum sank onto the bench next to her, crystallised orbs settling on the box she pulled from her bag. Speechless for a moment as he peeled it open. “I…” brows furrowed, why was she so nice to him? “Thanks,” he whispered softly, a genuine smile stretching across his lips. “It’s… nice,” Caddock managed, he never was good at talking or with words. “How have you been?”

She’d grown used to Caddock’s company every night, splitting her dinners whenever he showed even the slightest interest. Having grown up fairly unsupervised, Solena found comfort in his company, quiet or not. Even if it had just been about seeing Neto so excited to see his buddy Max, she would have still pestered him with her chatter. “Okay, no laughing at me.” Her pale green eyes looked at him, her hickory brown hair falling like a little curtain protecting her from the embarrassment of her cheeks flushing bright red. “We had it for dinner a month ago...the night we met.” Sol pressed her bright red lips into a nervous line feeling painfully exposed as being smitten with him.

With little more than an address and her bag of gear- told that she would be photographing the team’s bat dog with a player. Kai rolled up to what appeared to be a person’s home. Her skirt brushed her legs as she rushed to the door, no time to be late if she’d turned up at the wrong place. When the door opened she smiled up at the young man. In her black flats everyone seemed to tower over her. “Good morning! I’m the photographer that was sent for the team. Am I at the right place?” She fumbled in her bag for her ID and waited to be told that she was in the wrong place, clueless as to how she could remedy the situation if she was. Kai’s nerves bubbled out in giggles and a nose crinkle, a sort of tick of hers. “Am I totally lost? I’m lost, aren’t I?”

To say that Tadgh had a routine would be an understatement. After taking back the two dozen books he read in a few days, he’d fill his leather bag up with new ones, check out of the library, and head to the same cafe. He ordered the same drink, the same pastry, and sat in the same table in the back corner by the window. It had enough light for him to read but kept him out of the way. Busy or not, that’s where he hid, be it to read or write. Despite this routine, the barista’s knew his order, not his name. He was the quiet lonely guy that wore rings on a chain and had rough hands. The blonde always smelt of wood and his polite smile rarely met his eyes.

This typical morning routine was followed by spending the day in his shop woodworking or caring for his horse, but either way, it was typically all of the socialization he had. With his phone chiming a weather alert, Tadgh cut the routine short, cramming everything into his bag and heading home, not realizing his own personal notebook of poetry had slipped out. The front of the leather notebook had the address of his home, just a few minutes walk away just outside the edge of town. He took it at a jog, the heavy bag tight to his back, AirPods in, completely unaware of the woman that he’d seen countless times before walking in, picking the journal up, or waving at him to give it back.

Three days later and Tadgh was still picking up the mess on the farm from the storm. He hadn’t had time to touch the books from the library and, therefore, hadn’t cracked his bag open to realize his notebook was missing- nor that the young woman with it had brought it to the coffee shop to return it. So, as he walked a dark brown, almost black, standardbred to the front of the house to roam while he cleaned went to mend his stable gate, the last thing he expected to see was the young woman from the shop walking up to the fence. With a click and a brush to the snout, he let Topthorn come with him to the gate as he dusted the dirt and hay off his skin, “It’s a bit hard to open. Some of the horses are too smart for their own good and have figured out how to open the standard latch.” He’d invented this one, a quick fiddle and the wood gate opened. “Someone send out an APB for me not going to the shop this morning or...?”

As soon as Aidan knew it was safe when his girlfriend was fast asleep, he reached for his phone and quickly found Summer’s number. Typing up a text to her that wasn’t not normal for them, he typed “hey beautiful, what are you doing?” He kept his phone close to him as he awaited a response back from her. His hand raking through his hair as he knew it was risky, yet he didn’t care. There was a lot Summer did to get him going, that Miranda had no clue on to even get him turned on in the slightest way. Everything from their meals together, to the late night sexting, even to seeing each other with somebody else, Aidan knew how to get her going in return.