Given the content of my dream, I was amazed I hadn’t dry humped her in my sleep. Shit, maybe I had. Panicked, I studied her face. She looked more confused than anything else; surely she’d be angry if I’d assaulted her. Still, she’d never seemed uncomfortable with my morning wood before. I tried to make light of the situation.
“You know how it is—when the cock crows, my cock grows.”
She raised her eyebrows. Since humor was obviously failing me, I tried to appeal to her sentimental side.
“It just wants you to know that it misses you.”
“It thinks?‚”she asked in disbelief.
Little did she know—sometimes, it even thought on my behalf!
“Does it not have a head?”
Lol. I love your cock jokes. Thanks for the tease.
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I shall never hear the term "cock-a-doodle-doo" again without thinking of Edward and his morning…er, situation!
Colleen, I can't believe how fast these teasers and updates are posting! I don't know how you're managing it, but I'm in heaven. It's especially nice through this sad stretch around Carlisle's death. Thank you…you're a sweetheart!!!
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LoL, but of course it thinks. edward's so brilliant, he's got two heads thinking at the same time.
excited for this!
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LOL, you crack me up with your cock jokes…
~Rene
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I hope the new chapters are flying at this rate because they're easier to write, now that you've reached a happier place in the narrative. It's been a wonderful, thoughtful ride with your characters–such solid craft. Thanks.
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