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Jagged vacance, thick with ice

But I could see for miles, miles, miles

finally finished my hardcover bind of rivers and roads by the amazing @cvldbones i did it in the style of penguin classics clothbound bc it's a classic and kingdon cathedral. thank you so much for permission to bind this beautiful fic I'm so happy to have it on my shelf forever <3 it's not perfect but I love it

finally finished my hardcover bind of rivers and roads by the amazing @cvldbones i did it in the style of penguin classics clothbound bc it's a classic and kingdon cathedral. thank you so much for permission to bind this beautiful fic I'm so happy to have it on my shelf forever <3 it's not perfect but I love it

@kingdonmicrofic - july 17 - wc: 225 - cw: mature

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Frank's pinky is resting against Mel's thigh--Mel's exposed thigh--and she is not moving away.

She wears shorts to the PTMC's softball game, just like every other person around them, but this is Mel, who, until now, he's only seen in scrub pants. While his hand habitually presses into her back at work whenever he squeezes past her, a clothed barrier always prevented any heat from heading south. So this is the first actual touch of her skin that he feels he doesn't have a right to, and she's still letting him, trusting him, the thought of which only makes him harder, like he's some damn pervert, and--

"Langdon, you're up," Robby grunts.

Oh, he's up alright. How the hell is he supposed to stand right now? There's so many people waiting out in the bleachers, a majority of whom he needs to impress if he has any hopes of getting an attending position someday.

Mel suddenly shifts and points her knees towards him, which slides multiple of his fingers to an even higher spot on the back of her thigh, right at the edge of her shorts. He's--he's basically touching her ass--

"Batter up!" she pipes at him with a giggle.

Morning routine ☀️