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He put a hand on Gally's arm, jerking his head toward the beach. "You want to spar?" he asked. "I was headed down to shadowbox a while, but I could use a sparring partner."

                      "I could really use your help over there! There barricades                        need to be overlooked and you seem like someone who                        does know a thing or two."

                               “The sun isn't up yet,                                 so why are you?"                                her hands fold into                                the crooks of her arms.                                the darkness could never                                hide the frown that's burnt into her skin.                                she was being hypocritical,                                since she was up before the sun also.                                 but it was just one of those chances                                she loved to take advantage of.                                messing with the other was fun                                for her at least.                                there wasn't any other way                                she could annoy him.                                to be honest she was too scared.                                scared of her own equivalent.                                in fear she'd push away the                                only person who spoke to her.                                oh god how she feared losing that                                little stick that kept her less lonely.                                green orbs look up to him,                                there's weakness inside her,                                and it's eating her alive.                                she wants to scream for him to                                listen to her body language.                                but she's got to be vocal with him.                                fuck, why does she let                                emotions control her.                                she needs to be cold, distant & rude.                                 she can't just let herself go and feel--                                feelings made her weak,                                and she hated herself for being weak towards him.                                she wished she could be stronger.                                she wished she could just punch him and herself.                                

did someone mention gally's dick

                    { derek’s jaw tightened–––                                   the muscle in his shoulder already knitting,                                   skin stretching across the open wound and coming together }           ❝ You better get the blow torch. ❞