As someone whose parent left at a young age never to come back, I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing if adults realize - no matter how late - that they have a responsibility in life to know and care for their children. In the story, Jett's dad did keep a connection, by coming home each year and being, at least somewhat involved in his son's life.
You can't imagine what's going on with me when I'm writing certain things. Chuckling in front of the screen by myself surely isn't a sign of good mental health, lol!
I think that's a recurring theme in my stories, and that's because it's something I notice every day. People use social conventions and most often don't say what they think. That affects the communication that should happen in private, as well.
Chapter Seven – Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire
Edward’s lips on his were something fierce. Usually, Adrian would have had no problem getting any bottom boy to behave and curb his aggressiveness, but Edward was having none of it. As Adrian had thought and desired, only earlier that night, Edward was a man, a strong man who had no qualms about fighting him, which was exactly what he hoped for.
His body slammed down on the sofa, and Edward straddled his chest, resting his knees aga
Thank you! I always have doubts when it comes to this word, and somehow I still manage to botch it. I don't exactly what wire in my head says that choke couldn't be the correct word, so I change it, lol! Edited now, and probably I will remember it from now on.
Glad you enjoyed the story! There are several others with the complete status, so feel free to make your choice! Thank you for the praise!
I'm so glad you've been here all the way! And if someone puts up with my characters' shenanigans and resists through the end, they're MVP in my book! Thanks a bunch!
Epilogue
“Do you know we’re grounded?” April asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Jett was busy pouring sweet nothings into his ear, so he couldn’t exactly think straight, not that he had ever done that, pun intended. “Um-um,” was the only reply.
“How’s that supposed to work? My dad will have to go back home, and yours will have to leave soon, right?”
“Why are you so concerned with our dads and their weird ideas?”
“Well, they’re in the house, for starters.”
“Yeah, and they’