“Holy shit,” mutters Jim, threading his fingers through McCoy’s bird’s nest of bedhead and tilting his face down to nose at the soft strands. “You’re adorable.”
“Keep talkin’ like that,” slurs McCoy, sounding even more drunk than Jim still feels, “and I will punch you in the goddamn mouth.”
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“Keep talkin’ like that,” slurs McCoy, sounding even more drunk than Jim still feels, “and I will punch you in the goddamn mouth.”
HAVE MY FANNISH BABIES.