Bbw Hood の小説・ストーリー

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

“Oh my God, are those burns? How in the goddess name did you get burnt last night? You were fine when I last saw you.” Seth stiffens when she yanks the hoodie down again to inspect his burns and she grimaces at the sight of them—anger and red, with black veins trailing from the healing mats mark to his collar like a tree of pain and from there, it's stretches down to his chest. “Oh my goddess,” she whispers, bringing a hand over her mouth. “What is this?” “Stop doing that,” Seth hisses and puts the hoodie over his head. “It's nothing,” he adds when she looks like she isn't going to let it go.

Beau A few hours later after using Zoey’s dryer to dry our rain-drenched hoodies we changed and found ourselves entering a coffee shop. The scent of coffee, sugar, and pastries assaulted me. Along with the scent of weed and incense. It reminded me a little of how Bri smelt when she first came to us. Wyatt’s glance at me told me he thought the same. We knew where we were, the girls had spoken about it in front of us but for the scent of such a place to be embedded into the essence of our beloved Bri, meant it was special. Much like the swamp had since found its way into her essence, mingling into all the beautiful fibers that made Bri who she was, whatever she was.