VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1234567 ]


[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 21:36:53 07/14/06 Fri
Author: Kyrian
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Haylie 's message, "inside" on 21:18:56 07/14/06 Fri

(He stopped in the doorway as he saw her not only sitting up in bed, but staring at him as though something were really really bothering her. Had she been throwing up? He hated throwing up.. it made his ribs ache and his back ache and his head and his throat.. it just wasn't fun all around and he hated to think of Haylie going through that. He should have stayed with her.. he could have been there to hold her and made sure she was alright.) You aren't resting.. (He murmured softly, as though he had just realized that fact, when really he was a bit taken aback at the expression on her face and though he desperately wanted to just go and hold her, he knew that she would back away from him, so he just hung his coat on the hook on the wall and started to unbutton his shirt. He laid it across the back of the chair with her suit and then walked over, barechested, to the mini-fridge, crouching to pull out a bottle of water. The muscles in his backside and shoulders were taut with tension and shifted effortlessly under his skin as he rose to his height again, opening the bottle as he did. Turning a little, he slanted a look at her as he took a very long drink from the bottle, the tiny bit of curve to his stomach flattening as he lost breath. Finally, he pulled the bottle away and let out a breath, running the back of his arm across his mouth and leaning back on the dresser.) What's bothering you?

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]


Replies:



Post a message:
This forum requires an account to post.
[ Create Account ]
[ Login ]
[ Contact Forum Admin ]


Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.