Bailey Bristol

[Jess]”… you were wonderful. Magnificent. Incomparable. Unparalleled. Incredible.””Oh, stop it!” Addie grinned and blushed, and backed a step with each word, as Jess advanced toward her with each accolade. But on the third step, her back made contact with the ivy wall, and Jess kept moving toward her until he’d pressed her into its soft, green embrace. Then he moved another inch until his Sunday boots straddled her Sunday pumps.

[Jess]”… you were wonderful. Magnificent. Incomparable. Unparalleled. Incredible.””Oh, stop it!” Addie grinned and blushed, and backed a step with each word, as Jess advanced toward her with each accolade. But on the third step, her back made contact with the ivy wall, and Jess kept moving toward her until he’d pressed her into its soft, green embrace. Then he moved another inch until his Sunday boots straddled her Sunday pumps.

– Bailey Bristol –

The Devil’s Dime

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