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income. The process was too
tedious to enjoy the end result.
    “I need you to bring that first batch to
the market then I need to go down to the ferry and book a spot on the next one.”
    Her head jerked out of the reverie at the
words.
    “Thame isn’t staying for much longer. He
has a life he had to get back to, his own troubles, Breena. You shouldn’t be
getting so attached.”
    He was leaving. She knew the time would
come but facing the reality head on spiraled her good mood.
    “The car’s not working again so ask Mr.
Creegan to give it a look next chance he gets. Are you listening to me?”
    Breena nodded, washed off her hands as
quickly as she could, grabbed the basket of cookies and ran from the house. She
hadn’t bothered to don her coat, just took off as fast as her feet would carry
her. Thame would leave and she had to wrap her head around that fact. He said
he would see her again but how often had men broken such promises. It just made
her chest ache to think it and instead of dwelling on feelings, she focused on
the tasks at hand, a one-mile trek to Gran’s Market.
    ****
    It was a long struggle to get there, but
Thame sighed when he finally made his way into the bathroom. He shoved the door
closed and leaned back against its frame then winced. The bathroom was as small
as he remembered. It took one wobbled step on his good ankle until he was at
the toilet. With the cover down, he sighed and sat upon it.
    Everything in here was mismatched, just
like Breena’s room. The rug under his bare feet was beige, the pedestal sink
yellow but slightly rusted at the base. The tub was bluish gray, the color of
the sky before the storm. A storm Breena created within him.
    Thame reached over and twisted the silver
knobs shaped like mating stars. It took only a moment for him to figure out the
contraption and soon a cascade of hot water filled his vision. The steam
emanated in smoky swirls. He watched them briefly, thinking of Breena’s black
hair when it was wet, the ends curled just like the untamed smoke. There would
be no denying his wish for her presence. The view of water dripping down her
sensual flesh would haunt him for the rest of his life. If only she had ripped
her clothes to shreds when she fell in that puddle so he could see all of her
glorious form. He had never found women to be so beautiful they could tempt a
man to forget his king, but she managed to do so and the guilt was beginning to
twist his heart.
    He felt the sting of the zipper upon his
growing shaft and growled. These pants were a menace to males. In one swift motion,
he loosened the zipper and his erection sprang out. Thame’s cock wasn’t
completely firm, but it curved like a sunflower searching for the brightest
rays. Of course, the object of pure light was out buying him a ticket home. He
shifted and wiggled the rest of the blasted material down his legs until they
pooled at his feet. His balls were drawn tight to his body excited about the
promise of release and he would do something about this state that plagued him
every moment of the day.
    Using his arms for support, he shifted
his bare bottom to the edge of the tub. The cold porcelain was such a contrast
to his burning skin he shivered. He swung his legs around so his feet rested in
the tub and his mangled back toward the door.
    Of course, they wouldn’t see a healing
back any longer, now it would be the slow growth of his beloved wings. To fairies,
wings were as important as his dick, they were a reason for living, a joy and a
curse.
    His legs were quickly soaked and he
filled his cupped hands with the hot liquid to splash over his face. The heat
only added to the fire brewing in his body. He cupped his hands once more. This
handful of water poured over his cock. It washed along his broad head and down
his girth. After days without touching, the simple pleasure made him groan.
    He used his right hand to grip his balls,
squeezed and released. Then his palm swirled around the wet head.