Demon
Sitting in the common area with my Butterfly on my lap was nice and relaxing. There were some brothers playing pool, others playing cards. I was busy kissing my girl all over her pretty face while she giggled as she was trying to play with my curls.
“I love your hair, Ambrose. I’ve always loved the way it curls,” she said.
I could feel my cheeks heat up. She’s the only woman to ever tell me that.
“I don’t know. I was always told my hair made me look like a clown.”
“No, never. You are the s*xiest man I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, yeah?” I couldn’t help puffing out a little.
“Definitely.”
I attacked her neck, making her squeal, but really I was hiding from her. I could feel my face flaming.
“Oi! Swift, why you hobbling?”
I looked over at Munch’s shout. Sure enough, Swift was
