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He caved. With his one good hand, Lochlann punched Chloe's number into his phone. He didn't think she'd be up and he wasn't expecting an answer, but at least if he called Chloe, Lochlann could say he tried to do something right. God, did he fuck up. He was lying on the beach wearing...

@"ReD" Vlad sat on a large black blanket made from a heavy woolen material with red and silver plaid work weaved into the simple material itself. It was warm and perfect for the after night had settled upon them. She had alerted Loch to come and meet her there when the sun was about to set so...

He was waiting. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at the door. He'd showered and dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a regular dark t-shirt, though he still wasn't wearing any shoes. This was progress. Prior to today, he'd been drunk, half-dressed, and passed out across...

He was back here again. What the hell was the name of this nightclub? Gemmorah? He didn't remember walking back, but he must have, because he was standing outside the door. He was still damp from the lake, a little bit of seaweed tangled into his dark hair, but his clothes were dry...