A Stupid Bet And A Cream Pie
Kevin must face the consequences of his stupid bet. Kevin woke to the dull thud in his skull, a memento of the pints he’d knocked back the night before. The bedroom glowed with soft morning light, and Moira’s warm, curvaceous form pressed against his side, her red hair spilling across the pillow like a wildfire frozen in time. For a fleeting moment, he basked in the quiet comfort—until he shifted and felt it. Something cold. Something hard. Something wrong. His hand darted...