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4 giorni fa · Vic smirked and I narrowed my eyes on her. Maya stopped, hand mid air about to steal more of my fries. She looked at me and from my peripheral, I could see her hand slowly inching to my plate. A big lopsided grin broke out when she realised I wasn't complaining. My eyes locked with Vic's and she raised a brow at me.
5 giorni fa · "I don't have a reason, Maya. I'm just nice, I guess." I chuckled, grabbing the other cupcake. Maya's mouth fell open, looking offended. "You said you didn't want any!" "Changed my mind." I smirked and bit into the delicious treat. "But my cupcake." Maya pouted, eyes on the cupcake in my hand. "Do you want it back?" I held it out to her.
4 giorni fa · Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca; Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca; Maya Bishop; Carina DeLuca; Comfort; Hurt/Comfort; Love; Summary. She climbs into bed beside you and beckons you over. You cuddle into her side and you both let out a sigh of relief. Some days you think you can swallow the sun. Swallow every flare it throws your way.
4 giorni fa · Maya Bishop; Carina DeLuca; Original Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca Child(ren) Victoria Hughes; Mason Bishop; Gabriella Aurora; Katherine Bishop (Station 19 ...
4 giorni fa · I laid on my side, brought my knees up to my chest and closed my eyes. I forced the thought of the two women away, tired of it repeating on a loop. My body relaxed and soon I'd fallen asleep. Three knocks on my door woke me up. I turned over and rubbed my eyes while letting out a little 'come in.'.
3 giorni fa · recovered correspondence of lieutenant carina deluca to cadet maya bishop The longer I spend in the Rider’s Quadrant, the more I’m grateful for my unconventional childhood. I’d never thought I would say those words, nor did I think I would be thankful for the years I spent living in terror, studying the General’s body language, or learning how to pass through the castle like a ghost ...
Chapter 21. Maya rolled over, letting the soft sheets twist around her legs as she turned to face Carina. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Carina’s sleeping face. Maya smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from Carina's forehead. "Good morning, beautiful," Maya whispered, her voice ...
