For those of you visiting my blog this is day 8 of the A to Z Blogging Challenge. Today’s corresponding letter is “H” Today I chose the names Herald and Harvey.
Enjoy today’s post and remember to let your imagination soar when you read.
Have a great day.
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Harvey squared his shoulder and knocked on the door. Each time he came to visit his best friend, he struggled with his hormone. Herald was the perfect male specimen. Abs that begged to be licked. Shoulders the longed to be massaged. An ass that deserved eating and fucking every day of its life. Problem was Herald preferred a plump woman than a stud.
“About time you got here.” Herald grinned and waved him inside. “Pizza on the coffee table and the movie is cued up.”
There typical buddies’ night out. There was no talk of relationship or work, only good ole fashion guy’s night out. The highlight and dreaded night of Harvey’s week. There was nothing, but being on his deathbed that kept him away from Thursday nights.
“What’s the movie of the night?” Harvey asked as he tugged his coat off.
“Started to torture you with a romantic, but . . .”
“You knew I’d kick your butt if you did.”
“You’d try.” Herald sat on the couch and tossed the pizza box lid open. “It’s your favorite, meat lovers with onions and peppers.”
“Sounds good.” He snatched a slice and kicked the feet of the recliner up.
Harvey had just started the movie when the doorbell rang.
Herald sighed and stood. “Got to be a sales man. Give me a minute.”
Harvey took a bite of pizza and listened as Herald open the door.
“What you doing here?”
“Wanted to see you.”
And there in laid the biggest problem in his life, Herald’s girlfriend of five years.