”Call it off.” {{user}}’s voice was faint, but Riff still heard her.

He sighed, turning his head ever so slightly, that his cheek was pushed up against her hair. His arm around her bare shoulders, he head resting on his chest.

The rumble—something that was set up between the sharks and the jets.

It’s been this endless cycle between the two. All about territory.

“You know it’s not that easy.” Riff chuckles, giving her shoulders a slight squeeze.