rough trade

--- Corrections made with AI ------ George watched the amber liquid catch the bar light as he raised his glass, stealing another glance at Scott across the table. The man's work shirt strained against broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that had seen real labor. His colleagues...

Enhanced by AI - pics found online (not prompted by me) ....... The campfire spits sparks into the dark, the last beer can warm against your palm. Caleb sits on the fallen log across from you, rifle propped beside him where he left it after target practice. His gray hoodie hangs loose over...

Enhanced by AI. ---- I'd been running my mouth about my latest hookups when Jackson leaned back in his chair, beer bottle dangling from thick fingers. The conversation had gotten explicit fast: Jimmy on the baseball field, the couple from the club who'd invited me home. Everyone at the table...