pals

Some of our friends are our friends only because we used to be friends.

In some rare cases, a friendship between two people benefits both of them, and what__ more, in some rarer cases, it benefits both of them equally.

Wish and Wisdom are pals. Wisdom consoles at the fall of Wish and Wish cheers up when Wisdom is at wrong foot!

Had an amazing weekend hanging with my pals.

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars.The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone.__ou__e . . . ,_ he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. __uch a pain,_ he concluded.__hat?_ I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one ofFang__ hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination.Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang__ arms around me now, sliding under mywings, his hands flat against my back.It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him.It was a total disaster.Gasping, I pulled back. __, uh_,_ I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking himover, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket.