Silverberry_reid
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“Do you like your men masculine, Castillo?” George flexed his arms around me, “Or do you like them sweet? Sour? Sarcastic? Because trust me, I can do it all.”
I froze for a second.
My type had become annoyingly persistent gingers with a freckle on their upper lip. To add salt to the wound I was still trying to lick, they had to be tall too. Freakishly built like his arms belonged around me. Revolting. Absolutely revolting. I needed to bite into a grass flavoured Bertie Bott’s jellybean to induce vomiting.
I turned around in his arms, fisted his jumper tight, and pulled him into me.
“I like my men like I like my dogs. Quick to heel and slow to bark.”
“Arf.”
George gave a wicked smirk. Trickster creature thing.
Series
- Part 29 of letters from hedwig aka Harry Potter Works
Bookmarked by Silverberry_reid
30 Aug 2026