2minsforslashing | Keep Me Close- Chapter XX

Team: San Jose Sharks
Pairing: Joe Thornton/Evgeni Nabokov
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Not all in San Jose is sunny as the path to the Stanley Cup proves to be as difficult as ever; falling in love might be the simplest task on this year’s agenda.
Editor:

sherlockelly
Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI Part one | Chapter XVI Part two | Chapter XVII part one | Chapter XVII part two | Chapter XVIII | Chapter XVIII | Chapter XIX

Disclaimer: Neither team nor individual people belong to me. This is all in good fun.

-Chapter XX-

He pushed the door open with his hip, and stepped off to the side to leave the entranceway unblocked. He looked about the large room, pulling his hands from his pockets and puffing warm air on them to get some feeling back into his fingers. Finally, Joe spotted Patrick in the corner of the room in a booth.

He tipped his head back in a silent hello, and smiled when his gesture was returned. Maneuvering his way through the mob of people, the hairs at the back of his neck began to prickle. Brow furrowing, Joe shrugged of the strange feeling. He took one more step to the right and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

Evgeni was sitting opposite Patrick, a glass of cognac swirling gently in his hand. Turning around, Evgeni’s eyes widened in surprise, and he dropped his alcohol to the table with a clatter. It wobbled uneasily, but remained upright. Joe supposed that it was safe to assume that Evgeni knew no more about Patrick’s meeting than he himself did from the reaction he got. Wonderful.

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Joe wanted to scream with frustration. He knew it was not Patrick’s fault, but damn it if the man had a serious knack for not helping.

He stood there for a few seconds, exchanging a surprised look with Evgeni, the captain forgotten in the background. He wished he could have turned on the spot and hightailed it out of the bar. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid when he came back to San Jose. He made a mental note to himself to tell Patrick never to plan things other than the team dinners ever again.

The captain’s actions may have put him at low standards in Joe’s mind at the moment, but his oblivious smile and beckoning wave was just as undeniable as from before. Joe hung his head and waved a limp hand, indicating Patrick to scoot over. At least the man made a nice wall between Evgeni and himself.

An open bottle of beer was placed in front of Joe before he finished flopping into his seat. He grabbed it around the neck and brought it to his lips, throwing his head back as he gulped down the burning liquid.

He was on his third bottle and Evgeni was on his second since Joe arrived before Patrick broke the overbearing silence. After a clichéd cough into his fist to gain his teammate’s attentions, he played with the crumbled napkin on the table and began to talk over the rumble of the chatter around them.

“So, ah, what’s up guys?”

“What the hell is this, Patty?” Joe huffed tiredly as he set his beer down with a clank. He rolled his head against the wall towards the captain, raising a questioning eyebrow when the other looked away.

“Dhon’t talk to him l-like that, Joe,” Evgeni sighed, setting down his drink as well and dutifully avoiding both men’s pointed stares.

Groaning, Joe ran his left hand through his hair. “Oh, so it’s ‘Joe’ now?”

A scowl painted over Evgeni’s lightly flushed face before he drew in a long breath to calm himself, his eyelids flickering closed at the same time. His chest grew with the new breath, and through the long lashes, Joe could see Evgeni glowering at him. “A-after what you did, Iya think I can call you w-whatever I whant.”

“Excuse me?” Joe laughed, taken aback. He lifted his head from the wall and hunched over the table, his hands balling into fists near his bent chest.

Patrick’s hand placed itself hesitantly on Joe’s shoulder, and pushed him to his side of the small table. “Ah, hey, this isn’t exactly—” But Joe cut him off, ignoring the man completely.

“I’ve been trying ta apologize h-here! W-why won’t you let me?”

Evgeni mouth snapped open to with a sharp retort, but his bright eyes widened and his glare disappeared. Looking away, he fumbled for his drink with inept fingers. He tightened his grip around the glass when he found it, and brought it to his parted lips to knock back the rest of his precious cognac.

The three of them sat there silently for the rest of the night, nursing their drinks until Stu came over and told them that it was time to close up.

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“Ghod d-damn it, Joe!” Evgeni hissed by the time Patrick had driven away. He pivoted around, a nice pink dusting over his face, the effects of his frustration and alcohol sinking in.

Not that Joe was any less irritated. He probably was a little more sober though.

So he scowled at the angry tone, steadying himself by resting his palm on the back door window of his car. “Yeah? W-what? Are ya gonna say that I was wrong? Because I’ll say it! I s-shouldn’t ’ave said what I said in Dallas! But a-are you happy yet?” He laughed to the side grimly, “Course y-yer not!”

Joe knew that he probably should not be saying these things. That he should not be saying anything, but they needed to be said. The past two and a half weeks had been utter torture for him. Catching rare glimpses of Evgeni looking in his direction when they were on the ice and the other man’s complete avoidance of him when they stepped off the ice were not enough. Evgeni disappeared when Joe wanted to give his apologies, which would give them a chance at recreating what they had before, but each day had worn his patience thinner.

He truly did want to have Evgeni back, even though the shadow of their night in Dallas still lingered in the back of his mind. Evgeni must think him ignorant if he thought Joe did not notice the eyes pointed at the back of his head when he was turned around. He knew that Evgeni was confused too, and he also knew that Evgeni was too stubborn to do anything about it.

He would admit it. He missed Evgeni. He missed his best friend. So if there was any chance of Joe reconciling with the other, now was not the time for holding back.

But he could have smelled the disaster the moment Patrick had nodded him over to his table, finding that the captain had also invited Evgeni as some sort of ‘intervention.’ It was too bad he had no clue as to what he was trying to intervene.

This was a fight strictly including Joe and Evgeni. A talk over dinner with a mediator was not going to help.

Evgeni took an unsteady step forward, his hand shaking itself free from his jean pocket. An accusing finger stabbed Joe in the chest, and a surprised cough was forced from his lungs at the power behind the jab. “S-say that again,” Evgeni growled quietly.

Joe barked out in disbelief, cocking his head to the side and placing his free hand on his hip, an air of incredibility emanating from him. “What? That y-yer not happy? It’s true isn’t it?”

Rage sparked in Evgeni’s grey eyes as he leaned in closer, his upper lip curling into a snarl. His finger dug deeper into Joe’s chest. “Y-you’re nhot making it any e-easier for me to be h-happy,” he ground out, his nostrils flaring with each shallow breath he took.

Joe had to look away, his head shaking in disbelief. The parking lot was void of everything, save the two cars and themselves. The darkness crept where the lights did not shine, and he could nearly feel it breathe its cold air at his neck, the hairs there standing on end. He ignored the feeling. “Really? Pushing me a-away isn’t working for y-you then?”

“Y-you’ve bheen in m-my head for the past wheek. Y-you never whent away. You w-whouldn’t go ahway.”

Joe’s neck ached from the sharp angle he was looking down at by now. Evgeni was standing beneath him, the hand, still jabbing into the chest, caught between their bodies; it was the only barrier keeping them from standing flush together. Warm breath puffed into Joe’s beard, the smell of brandy and beer lingering on their lips and mingling between them. He hadn’t realized how close they had gotten.

“Yeah?” Joe scoffed; the burn of Evgeni’s breath on his face traveled the length of his body.

Evgeni’s voice was a quiet whisper when he spoke, but undeniably husky. “Yeah.”

His anger melted away with the confession, and Joe closed his heavy eyes, the hint of a relieved smile playing on his mouth.

“… I was thinking of you too.”

He bowed his head as Evgeni shoved himself up, their teeth clacking together when their lips met in an angry kiss.

The hand at Joe’s chest splayed out, fingers pressing into five different spots in his pectoral. Evgeni took the last step forward, his knee sliding between Joe’s legs and widening his stance, the cold metal of the door sinking through the fibers of Joe’s jeans. Their rapid heartbeats roared in his ears in time with each gasping breath he took between their furious kisses. “Do ya… ah! D-do you want me… to go away?”

“I-Iya whas angry… o-of course I did then,” his words were thick with the Russian accent off his tongue.

“Then?” A sly smirk graced Joe’s face at the slip, before he captured Evgeni’s parted lips again, his tongue quickly pushing up against the other’s.

Half-hearted resistance from Evgeni broke their kiss and an equally half-hearted glare crossed over his dark eyes. “I-”

But he could not even get a word out before he yelped suddenly, Joe’s mouth latching onto the soft skin just below his ear and sucking it hungrily. Evgeni bucked wildly, his body transforming into a shivering mess the more Joe prodded with his tongue and nipped at the slick skin. His hands kneaded at Joe’s flesh when as a string of foreign words burst from his mouth, their rumble in his throat humming against Joe’s lips.

Joe smirked again and tipped his head back just enough so that his words ghosted over the sensitive flesh. “ ’M sorry… didn’t quite catch that.”

Evgeni’s other hand fumbled over Joe’s quaking body, stroking his muscles through the navy dress shirt, ending up pushed into the hand clawing at the car window. The sweaty palms burned Joe’s skin wherever they touched, perspiration of his own beginning to bead at his hairline and on his heaving chest.

“D-da…”

“Hmm… I don’t understand Russian,” he whispered gruffly through his smirk.

Joe shifted back and bit down on Evgeni’s bottom lip when the man attempted to pull away from the relentless ravaging of his neck. He encouraged the man’s shuddery whine by sinking his teeth in deeper. The whimper of pain melted into a throaty moan when Joe sucked hard on the flesh, running his wet tongue over the open wound to lap up the tangy copper that bled through.

“Y-Yes…”

The words slithered down Joe’s throat, and he swallowed it thickly, his lips smacking loudly when he released Evgeni.

“Yes what?” he teased. His teeth trailed over the clean-shaven jaw, and he smiled a bit when Evgeni’s head tipped back to its own accord.

An exasperated growl ripped from the Russian’s exposed throat. “W-whas!… I-Iya whas angry.”

Arching forward, he molded into Joe from the waist up, his weight transferred onto both of his twitching hands. His erection pushed into the quivering thigh of Joe, who bucked his hips forward in return, his own erection pressing into Evgeni’s hard stomach. Their groans of pleasure echoed through the empty parking lot for only their ears to hear. So Joe groaned louder.

He could barely even think. Joe wished he could have blamed the fog blurring his senses on the alcohol streaming through his veins, but his complete arousal was leaving little room for argument.

Or maybe he was not as drunk as he thought he was.

Joe let his fingertips graze over the skin just above the waistline of Evgeni’s pants painfully slow. They shuddered together and Joe cupped the sharp hip, guiding the body writhing against his until their restrained cocks brushed together. Gasping in surprise, Evgeni tensed in Joe’s arms and buried his head into the collarbone. His hands convulsed sporadically as Joe kept up the gentle push to his body, their hips swaying against each other’s, eliciting strangled moans from the both of them.

“Iya… Iya h-hated… thinking… t-thinking of you,” Evgeni managed through pants of pleasure, Joe adding a light push to the hips so that they would move towards him. He nodded equally at the man’s confession and his compliance when their hips ground together more forcefully. “Iya whas s-so mad… a-and then Iya forgot why… Iya knew I should be mad… so I was. I-I jhust didn’t… have a reason… D-do you… do you u-understand?”

Joe bit the inside of his cheek at the sight of the dark, half-hooded eyes staring up into his own; the split lip trembling after each word spoken.

“Yeah,” Joe muttered breathily again. And he did understand Evgeni’s ramblings. It was his pride that kept him angry, even when he forgot what he was angry about. Joe could understand completely.

His head flopped backwards and lolled on the top of his car, the ability to remain controlled leaving him with each brush of their straining heats.

“Mm… ghood.” Evgeni swallowed audibly after that, jerking his hips forward, breaking free from the constant circle Joe guided him in. Joe pressed forward as well, his lower back lifting from the cool metal of the car door completely. “Iya hated… hating t-thinking… about… us.”

That was it, planning and logic could wait. Joe growled and held the hip in his left hand forcefully, taking Evgeni’s other hand in his and thrusting forward. Evgeni jerked back in surprise, his head falling limply to Joe’s shoulder once again, his mouth wide open, gasping for air.

Joe turned right foot in and let go of the sharp hip, choosing instead to grip a thin wrist in each of his hands. Joe swiveled them both around and switched their positions, effectively pinning Evgeni underneath his larger weight against the broadside his car. He regained possession of the puffy lips, sucking on them greedily as he humped Evgeni’s leg without shame in the middle of a dark, empty parking lot.

The uncharacteristic mewing that Evgeni was making from the back of his throat was driving Joe crazy. He dipped his head down, capturing the bitten lips with his, and fit his mouth perfectly with the other’s, swallowing the cock-jerking noises whole.

Joe leaned back just barely when the erotic noises that made him that much harder died down to a whisper in Evgeni’s chest. “A-are we gonna go through this again?” he whispered, barely hearing it over the roar of blood in his own ears.

Evgeni cracked open his eyes, the unmistakable shadow of lust taking over. God… Joe leaned back further, the bulk of his weight shifting pleasantly to where his hips were buried into the other man’s. He blinked once, then again, his gaze slowly mapping out the contours of Evgeni’s face.

The pale brow began to crinkle with confusion, but Joe released his hold on one of Evgeni’s hands and brought his own up, smoothing away the worried lines until his palm cupped the flushed face. Suddenly fidgety, Evgeni glanced to the side, his lips forming over his next word with the utmost thought, the waver in his voice barely noticeable, “W-what?”

Then it seemed as though the haze of the four beers that Joe drank had lifted completely, the blur in his vision sharpened, the slur from his voice disappeared. “Do ya want this? I mean… is this going to help us? Because… Jesus Yev,” How he loved the feel of that name on his lips, “I’ve missed you.” He brought his forehead down to rest against Evgeni’s, whose eyes were large and grey and beautiful. “I… I hope you’ve missed me too.”

The stormy, endless orbs flickered down to Joe’s lips, barely a centimeter from his own, and then looked back up, uncertainty written across his them. “What?” he asked again, softer this time.

Joe tipped his chin forward, Evgeni’s shaky breath tickling at his beard before he placed a soft kiss at the corner of the slightly open mouth. Pulling away, he repeated himself quietly, “I missed you.”

He leaned back in with another chaste touch of his lips to Evgeni’s, but only for a moment before he began to whisper again. “I want ya ta know… that I’m sorry…” He interrupted himself with another kiss. “But I… I need ta know somethin’ too.”

Evgeni stared back at Joe silently, his erection still sensually grazing against the inseam of Joe’s pants, its presence never forgotten. He waited for Joe to continue; his mouth was sealed tightly, but only because he had nothing to say.

So Joe swallowed, his lips brushing against Evgeni’s in a ghost of a kiss when he spoke. “Do ya want my help?”

The pink lips twitched into a small frown. “We a-alrheady talked ab—”

“Evgeni…”

The other fell silent once more.

“Yes or no. Do ya want me to help?”

“I-Iya…” He bowed his head and balled his fists from where they were pinned to the car or hanging boneless at his side. He took a short breath through his nose in a sigh, finally tilting his head still in Joe’s palm, nuzzling his cheek against the warm, rough skin.

The silence lasted eternally between them before Evgeni finally turned back and pressed his trembling lips gently to Joe’s. His hands relaxed and he stood a little taller, as best he could while pushed up against the side of a car. His eyes darkened again before they slid shut completely, and he mumbled into the barely open mouth, “Yeah… I-I do.”

Joe nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face as he returned the shy kiss, moaning softly when the slick tongue slipped into his mouth. He released the other second hand, which was fisting and relaxing itself with Evgeni’s uneven breathing, and guided it to his shoulder. An appreciative growl rumbled though his chest when Evgeni brought his other arm around and hooked them around his neck, the fingers digging deep onto the muscle of Joe’s shoulder blades.

He traced his fingers from the hand, following the bent arm through the cotton of the white dress shirt and down over the flat stomach. His fingers dipped in between the muscles as he pushed his thumb into the navel. He could feel the fine hairs beneath the shirt, and he could remember combing his hand through the blond curls, a renewed wave of warmth swirling thickly in his belly.

With anymore teasing, Joe knew that he would not be one to last much longer. So he stilled his hand’s descent, but paid mind to continue the gentle ministrations with his fingers, and cleared his mind before he lost control of it completely.

“Is this going to help? Is this… is this gonna help us?”

Evgeni was staring through heavy eyelids at the hand resting low on his abdominals, his gaze staying there when he sighed quietly, his shoulders slumping against Joe’s.

“I-Iya don’t k-know.” His voice was nearly drowned out by the oppressing weight of darkness, but Joe could still hear him perfectly. “Iya don’t r-rheally understand what’s happening… o-or why… W-what are we, Joe?” He tilted his head up, and Joe was distressed to see that Evgeni looked positively scared. “W-what have we b-bhecome?” His whispered question hung heavily between them.

Shushing him soothingly, Joe took the hand at Evgeni’s face and stroked the soft cheek with his thumb. “Do ya like what we’re doing? This?”

Evgeni clenched his eyes shut and pushed his head into the side of the car as if in denial, but his hips thrust forward, Joe’s hand down there soaking in the body’s warmth though the thin shirt.

“Iya… n-no. Maybe…” he groaned and shook his head listlessly.

“Y-yes.” His voice dropped to a whisper and his lips pursed together in a thin white line. He had admitted it almost shamefully.

And that fact alone made Joe want to help even more. “If you like it, then it’s gonna help.” Because it was not wrong for Evgeni to finally be happy.

His hand squeezed reassuringly and he continued drifting downwards, until his fingers snuck under the shirt ridding up Evgeni’s stomach, and drew patterns in the hair just above the clasp of the jeans. His thumb flattened against the cool metal of the button, pushing it through the eyehole skillfully. Cupping his hand over the tented pants, he could feel the heat radiating there to be searing hot. It traveled up his arm and curled like a tendrils of a flame in his belly, burning his insides with the anticipation.

Evgeni gripped Joe’s shoulder tighter, his actions jerky and unsure, before he eventually let go, the hands beginning to wander down the front of Joe’s body. But he was caught in Joe’s large grip before he made it past the ribcage, which was rapidly expanding and contracting with each breath Joe took. Evgeni glanced through his lowered lashes, his grey eyes just barely discernable in the dim lighting of the moon and streetlamps. Joe simply shook his head, and rubbed a comforting circle into the throbbing pulse through the thin skin of Evgeni’s right wrist, replacing the hands back on his shoulder. He let go only when the fingers renewed their strong hold.

“B-bhut what… w-what about y-you?” Evgeni whispered shakily, his resolve melting with each rub of Joe’s palm against his crotch.

Joe hummed from deep in his throat, tilting his head back slightly at the other man’s words. With his fingertips pointed towards the ground, they danced feather-light over where Evgeni’s balls were, causing another strained whimper to hang heavily in air. “What about me?” he asked innocently, dipping his head to nip at Evgeni’s red mottled neck.

He let out something between a gasp and a squeak, and bucked his hips into Joe’s hand, a chain of events arousing both of them even more. Joe could actually feel the cock stiffen through the jeans, and he imagined the pink head, slick with precum, quivering with anticipation. The image made Joe shudder, and his teeth grazed against the protruding muscle in the neck from his jerky movements, the skin there taking on an even pinker hue.

Joe felt the vibration of a nervous gulp and words in Evgeni’s throat before the other man forced them out. “D-do you like… what’s happening… h-happening bhetween us?”

His forehead found its resting place against the other man’s brow and offered a hopeful smile. “Ya don’t have to be afraid, Evgeni.” he muttered, ignoring the question completely. With that, he tugged the zipper tab down all the way and slipped his hand down the front of Evgeni’s boxer briefs in one swift motion.

Evgeni’s shrill shriek pierced through the frozen nighttime air. The cool wind rushed to greet the bare, flushed skin, while Joe’s ice-cold fingers wrapped around the thick length curling up from between Evgeni’s legs. They both sighed quietly when Joe began to trace his fingers up to the head, which was even pinker and wetter than he had imagined a minute beforehand. His dick was practically smothered with the clear sticky stuff, thanks to the material that had contained it and rubbed the fluid all the way down the velvety foreskin, which was pushed back over the swollen head.

Grunting his approval, Joe pushed his palm up right against the slit; he could feel the pulse ripple frantically from the vein weighing heavily in his hand. He curled his fingers around as much of the girth as he could, the tip of his thumb and middle finger barely touching. The precum squelched when Joe moved his hand back towards the base; his grip was soft, but he could feel the pressure already start to build under the hot flesh resting in his splayed fingers.

They had been teasing each other ever since their lips first touched, and the sexual tension had only escalated from there. Joe knew it would not take long before the come would be shooting out from Evgeni’s dick. He would pump the orgasm in his fist, milking the other furiously until all of the come would cover their stomachs. Evgeni would shake in the aftershock of his orgasm; his pretty face and lithe body relaxed with exhaustion, the sweat dripping from his skin would just be begging to be licked away.

An eager hiss ripped from Joe’s chest. He wanted to be the one to make Evgeni come so spectacularly. His hips began a steady a rocking motion into Evgeni’s muscular thigh, which he was straddling, in time with the movement of his hand, slow and gentle. His hand and Evgeni’s cock were squished by their bodies, and they were pressed up together tightly. With no room to go, Evgeni’s length was forced up in the limited space between them, the precum smearing on the bottom hem of Joe’s shirt. Evgeni curled to Joe’s bellybutton, the fabric there drenched from the weeping dick as well.

Joe’s pace became faster, his fingers working deep into the flesh when he yanked up, and then loosened when he pushed back down, much like the way he enjoyed when pleasuring himself. His palm tried to remain cupping the underside of the sensitive head, but Evgeni was slippery in his grip, and his hand jerked everywhere.

The man against the car was near the point of flailing. His hands weaved through the tangled mess of copper hair, their constant pawing urging Joe to go faster. His legs shuddered beneath his weight, so he resorted to leaning heavily on the car door. His head was rolling left and right, his eyes screwed shut, and a furious blush worked its way from his cheeks to his chest, hidden underneath the open button-up collar.

Joe latched his lips onto the vulnerable underside of Evgeni’s jaw, flattening his tongue and licking away every bead of sweat in one continuous sweep. A yelp from above and a shudder throughout the entire body signaled that Evgeni was close. His breathing was choppy, and his erection flexed involuntarily in Joe’s hand.

He knew that Evgeni was very close.

Kissing his way down the column of blushing flesh, Joe sped up his hand’s movements, all sense of tempo lost as he just tried to get Evgeni off as powerfully as possible.

Joe brought his hips crashing forward as he twisted his wrist to the right, the weathered skin of his hand scraping over the entirety of the smooth head. Evgeni banged the back of his head into the car’s frame and moaned out a strangled cry of Russian words when his orgasm exploded from inside him, smattering both Joe and himself with come all the way up to their chests. He trembled uncontrollably and his head flopped forward, his sweaty temple finding its resting place on Joe’s collarbone.

The fingers still dug mercilessly into Joe’s scalp as he tightened his grasp around the softening penis, extracting the last beads from the slit and covering his hand with it.

Joe’s touch lingered until he was certain that the twitching cock was emptied completely, and he grinned tiredly into Evgeni’s matted, dirty-blond hair. He removed his hand from the snug barrier of the pants, pulling the zipper up and rebuttoning the clasp with stiff fingers. He wiped the drying come on his shirt, before he let his hand fall limply to his side.

His erection pressed into Evgeni’s hip, and the other must have noticed, for his right hand let go of a clump of hair and drifted downward, but Joe caught the wrist once more, shaking his head side to side lethargically.

Evgeni tried to lift his head up, but his neck gave out and he ended up buried deeper into the mold of Joe’s body, his breaths evening until he paused to sigh, the smell of the sweet brandy still swirling in the air around him.

“Yes,” Joe finally whispered, the airy words like a wisp over Evgeni’s pink-tipped ear.

“W-what?” was all Evgeni could utter in return as he relaxed his hold on Joe’s muscles, and fumbled for a second before he threaded his fingers around Joe’s neck in a loose resemblance of a hug.

“I like it too,” Joe admitted quietly, the darkness seeming to lift all around him.

He swelled with happiness when he could feel the other man’s shy grin press into his collarbone.

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To be continued
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Make up sex... kinda :)

But yay, these boys made it through the first twenty chapters!
Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed so far, and I’m sorry about all the torture I’ve put you all through with the rollercoaster that is Joe and Evgeni’s secret life. But not really.

Here’s to the much unexpected success to this story and to many more chapters in the future!

~And thanks Kelly for being such an amazing friend and editor, sometimes it feels like I don’t give you the credit you deserve, but I hope you know that everything you do is much more appreciated than you know <3

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