Mag-log inSam rested her left arm out the window,her sunglasses on,singing along with the music, her hat had long been forgotten on the seat behind her. The ride had turned warm as the sun began to creep across the sky, so the girls discarded their hats and long sleeved shirts, opting to drive in their jeans and tank tops instead, with their hair blowing in the breeze. Sam had gave up trying to keep her long blonde locks tied back in the long braid, and let them fly wildly where the wind wished. She loved the feeling of the wind on her face. It reminded her of the freedom she felt when riding. The air whipping in her hair, the wind in her face, dirt flying around the barrels...it was pure freedom.
Alexander Bennett stalked back and forth his arms out to his sides, his steel blue eyes never leaving the man in front of him. He could feel the heat of the early morning sun as it warmed the muscles on his bare back. He stilled his breathing, his toned muscular chest slowly moving in and out. He flipped his dark midnight black hair back off his face with a simple flick of his head, smirking as he made a come hither gesture with his right hand, taunting his younger brother.Toby let out a low growl, his blue eyes darkening as he lunged at Alex. Anticipating the move, Alex smirked and lunged at his brother as the two met in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Toby grabbed Alex by the back of his red basketball shorts and flipped him over his shoulder, crashing him to the ground. Al
The bright sunrise slowly peeked it’s way through the black out curtains, creeping across the hard wood floors of the tiny studio apartment. The cell phone charging next to one of the beds began to play the scheduled alarm, the theme from Boondock Saints piercing the silence. Slowly, the loud Irish tune drew a groan from under the heavy purple comforter, as a small arm crept out from the warm depth, searching in vain for the off button.“Ugh! All right, all right, I’m up..I’m up!” moaned a disembodied voice as the comfo