Shane Mcrae Tiny Pretty Things Novels & Stories

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

With a racing heart and shaky hands I keep it short and simple. Your place or Mine? I hit send and in seconds he replies My place, baby girl. “What ya doing?” Shane peeks over my shoulder, scaring me half to death. “Nothing.” I immediately shut my phone off, smiling. “That did not look like nothing, someone I know?” He cross his arms over his chest. “Perhaps a hot, tall, rich, CEO and super sexy model?” Shane smirks as a blush paints my cheeks. “He is coming home tomorrow.” I whisper with a foolish grin on my face.

Before my life turned bleak. I took Swift's advice and shook it off. All my previous bad thoughts. Getting lost in the music once more. I took to the air in a jump that I ended with a split. I could hear the gasps from the crowd. So happy that I am very flexible. He sang so lovingly about his dancer as I dreamed someone sometime would see me in the same light. Would I find my Alpha? I feared that when I did he would find my small five-foot-four frame too small for a male. Or that my slim yet well-formed body is not muscular enough.