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Ramsey grits her teeth, “You don’t say.” Being shot wasn’t like it looked on the TV, it wasn’t all heroic and practically walked off. It hurt, a lot, and right now, Ramsey was struggling to catch her breath. “This is why I should never leave the office.” she laughs, a pained gasp following as the movement jars her. 

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[text]: you do…huh?[text]: well i’d be lying if i said i didn’t miss you[text]: miss you like crazy

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

Morgan pushed the other boy onto the bed without a second thought. It was a stressful day for both men, from arguing to the case they had. They both needed this, especially Morgan. Maybe that was why he ripped the other’s shirt off without a care. His hands caressed the boy’s smooth skin with a little smile on his lips as he peeled off his own shirt in a rush. Of course he pressed their lips together, but only for a second. His lips then went down and down. They hit his cheeks, then down his jaw and chin until he was kissing the other’s throat. He smirked as his lips went down south more and more. They slide down the little crease down the middle of his chest, taking that path down and down until they hit Reid’s pants. His lips then went to the left ever so slowly, then went back to the middle to only go to the right. 

10. Cult.