You want some bourbon/I want some oranges, by jouissant

Don’t worry it, he meant to say, but he didn’t have the chance. The move was ill-timed, and their fingers brushed. Their hands caught in midair and dropped to the earth together. The expression on Nix’s face reminded Dick of earlier, in the road.

Adult, Winters’ POV. 18′000+ words of feels about Winters and Nix, all of them perfect in their hesitant unavoidability.

You want some bourbon/I want some oranges, by jouissant

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