The white sheep of the family
Smiling at Weaver's insistence of saying he was just not bad, Loren shook his head. Still, it was clear he didn't mind in the slightest. "I am glad to be the first." He grinned. "Hopefully the first of many things." Then he dropped his voice to a heated whisper. "Though if I'm being honest, pleasant is an understatement." There was a rough edge to his voice, and his eyes smoldered.
"Yeah, I noticed." Tone amused, he just let out a huff of laughter. However, Korbin wasn't really the Hale the healer wanted to think about right now.
As she slipped her hands under his shirt, mirroring his own actions, he hummed approvingly. Finally reaching the tattoo, he bit down hard on it. Unfortunately, there were suddenly far too many clothes for his liking. Freeing his hands, he braced himself on an elbow and tried to shuck off his shirt. However, it got tangled around his head, and he cursed as he writhed around a bit trying to get it off.
"Yeah, I noticed." Tone amused, he just let out a huff of laughter. However, Korbin wasn't really the Hale the healer wanted to think about right now.
As she slipped her hands under his shirt, mirroring his own actions, he hummed approvingly. Finally reaching the tattoo, he bit down hard on it. Unfortunately, there were suddenly far too many clothes for his liking. Freeing his hands, he braced himself on an elbow and tried to shuck off his shirt. However, it got tangled around his head, and he cursed as he writhed around a bit trying to get it off.
Will blood tell
