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23 JULY 2019

Tuesday Tales – HARDY

It’s time for Tuesday Tales!

Tuesday Tales, V.L. Locey, Gay Romance, MM Romance

Today we have a snippet from ‘Slow Dances Under an Orange Moon’, my current MM hockey romance.  Our word prompt today is “Hardy” and in this snippet Kye and David are having some trouble meeting in the middle. 

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by! 

Tuesday Tales, V.L, Locey, MM Romance

“I don’t think you have the right to get pissed off at me, Kye. I don’t think you have the right to demand one thing from me, be it my time or a cup of coffee. You left. You left without a care for me or my feelings.”

“Davy, I mean Dave, for shit sake you knew I was leaving. I’d told you over and over that when the time came I was off to play hockey. You knew that!” I wanted to shout or hit something or knock a goalie off his skates. Yeah, that sounded really good. I knew just the asshole I’d like to knock assbackwards into his net too. That big, hardy Russian who played for Tampa Bay. Bastard had always been a thorn in my side. Shame no hockey was to be found.

“Yes, I knew. I just assumed that you’d actually let me know when and where and then, maybe, come back to see me once in twenty years.”

I dropped my brow to the cool glass. “Dave, I meant to come back, I did. There were just too many things going on every summer. I was young and stupid and…Dave? Davy? He hung up. You hung up, didn’t you?” Yep, he had. I threw the door open and bellowed “Fucking fuck fuck fuckery fuck fuck!” to the wet night. Nothing but a lonely frog replied. How was I ever going to fix this mess with Davy if I couldn’t get the man to even talk to me? I asked the night but nothing answered, not even that lonesome frog. You know you’ve stepped into deep shit when frogs don’t have anything to say. “Fuck,” I groaned once more, shut the door, chucked the phone to the tiny end table, and went to bed to leave the mess I’d made of things. Shame my dreams weren’t cooperating. 

Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey 

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