Hayes Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Her hair was a wild mess, her cheeks flushed pink like she’d been running. “Mom? You’re still here?” "Yes honey, have you seen my charger? I thought i might have left it here.” I stepped inside, eyes scanning the surfaces. The air hit me first—thick, warm, and strangely musky. Like sweat mixed with something heavier, more intimate. Cologne? Or… no. I was imagining things. The bed looked chaotic. Sheets twisted and half-off the mattress, one pillow on the floor. The picture frame on the wall was crooked. Leena’s skin glistened slightly with sweat even though the AC was running. My stomach tightened with an uncomfortable twist I couldn’t name.

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.