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[punkshort]

Welcome to Shortie's Joel Miller masterlist! Below is a mix of pre and post outbreak stories, most are 18+. Thank you for reading❤️

The Way We Were [complete]: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. When the outbreak happens, you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Look What We've Become [complete - sequel to TWWW]: You are tasked with taking a young girl back to her family while trying to salvage your relationship with Joel after certain events cause the biggest strain either of you have ever had to face.

I'll Be Home for Christmas [on-going]: Having just caught your fiancé cheating on you, you decide to come back home from the big city to Austin for the month of December to try to figure out your next step. You had no idea you would be getting more than you bargained for with the handsome single dad who built your parents' house.

Somewhere to Run [complete]: You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.

I Know Who You Are [complete]: A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

Roommates [complete]: Your roommate, Maria, introduces you to her boyfriend's brother. You hit it off immediately, but when you find out the true nature of his profession, you both decide to remain just friends. But once the four of you eventually move in together, things get... complicated.

Swept Away [complete]: Detached, closed off, and hardened by failed relationships (romantic and otherwise), hotel mogul Joel Miller is looking to expand his empire to an exclusive tropical island off the coast of Fiji. The problem is, he's not the only one looking to stake his claim in the tropics. The owner of the island, a family man first and foremost, invites all the bidders to the island for a month long retreat to help him decide which mogul will be crowned the winner. And to make himself look more appealing, Joel hires you to accompany him as his significant other. But it's strictly business... right?

Swept Away: Season Two [in progress]: Your return to the island for the grand opening of The Parador: Fiji holds even more drama than the first visit. Desire, love, heartbreak, mystery, and luxury await your stay.

Evergreen [complete]: Two unlikely strangers meet and bond over a shared trauma. But what happens when the lines unexpectedly blur and they're both overcome with guilt? Will they allow themselves to love again, or will they choose to drown in their grief?

All the Little Things [coming soon]: Helping your next door neighbor one evening by watching his little girl was all it was ever supposed to be. However, that very same night, he catches his wife cheating on him, and with no one else to confide in, you end up forging a friendship throughout his messy divorce. Eventually, the lines of your relationship blur and it has you wondering if your life will ever be the same.

I hate when you're right: After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him to leave Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

Have a Good Night: Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.

Night Shift: It was a relatively quiet night in the emergency room until a handsome contractor gets admitted and adds some excitement to your life.

Hard to Handle: One year after Joel cheats on you and gets someone else pregnant, you run into him for the first time.

Five Senses: You catch Joel sneaking off to do something in the middle of the night and curiosity gets the best of you.

A Deeper Purpose: Living in Jackson during the apocalypse doesn't do anything to curb your desire to have a child. The problem is, most of the men in town are unavailable... except for one.

-> Love at First Sight: Joel helps you through your delivery.

-> A Deeper Meaning: Now that your daughter is born, Joel is itching for another but you are still feeling a little discouraged with the way your body looks. He quickly puts an end to those feelings.

Come Fly with Me: You and Joel have fun in the cockpit.

Something Unexpected: It's been ten years since you lived in Texas, and of course the first week back, you run into a familiar face from your past.

First Impressions: When your heater breaks in the dead of winter, you get more than you bargained for when Joel Miller arrives to fix it.

Flinched: The day after Sarah died, he flinched.

Palm Trees: Sometimes love can be found unexpectedly in the aisle of Home Depot's Christmas displays.

A Christmas Miracle: Years of tension after a failed hook-up attempt with Joel boil over at your office Christmas party, but not in the way you expect.

Sweater Weather: A famous popstar's Christmas Eve concert brings an unexpected love into your life.

Just This Once: After yet another argument with your dad, his buddy across the street is there to help make you feel better.

-> Just This Once: part two

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Mermaid Purse - Part 1 of 3

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Pairing: Marine Biologist!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: Summertime in Clearwater, Florida means no school, which means instead of teaching Marine Biology at a local university, you're bartending at The Rusty Sawfish, a bar located on the marina of Clearwater Beach. The owner's friend, who happens to be a sexy, suarthy Texan contractor, moves to town to start over and help his friend with a project, stumbling across you in the process... and you thought summer in Florida couldn't get hotter.

Warnings for Part 1: Minors DNI! adult language, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, reader is female, reader is able-bodied, unspecified age gap, allusions to smut, kissing, groping, mentions of threesomes. Please lmk if I missed anything!

WC: 9k

If Florida was good at one thing besides starring in strange headlines, it was bringing the heat.

Summer had its bags packed and was ready to leave Clearwater Beach. Not soon enough, you thought, as the humid, subtropical heat of late July in Southern Florida drenched your skin in sticky sweat. The salty breeze from the Gulf of Mexico made it bearable, as did the marine life.

You had loved animals as long as you can remember.  Growing up in the Midwest, you became acclimated to the four-legged ruminates and vast birds of the region. The closest thing you had to the ocean were stinky, dirt-sand beaches tucked away near state parks and curled highways. Oh, and the occasional zoo. Then grew your zeal for the ocean and the creatures that called it home.

That is, until you moved to Florida to study marine biology at the University of Florida, when that zeal exploded into full-on wonderment.

Some of your fondest memories of university were spending innumerable mornings out on the open sea, tagging sharks, rays, and skates for research. As you learned more about these gorgeous creatures, known in the scholarly world as the elasmobranchs, a feeling of protection grew.

And as always, the more you learned about animals, the more you learned about humans.  Some species of sharks have been fished to near-extinction, and over the course of your four years in undergrad, you bore witness to and swore to change that.

Now, as a Professor of Marine Biology at a new college in Clearwater devoted exclusively to the study of marine life, you do your best to imprint that mindset in your students.  Though in summertime, when the students are absent, you’re a full-time bartender at a local marina.  The double income in the summer is cushy, and it’s a nice change from teaching—not to mention the people watching.

That’s where you’re headed now, at 3:00 PM on a Friday—The Rusty Sawfish.  The name is what drew you in, obviously, but the ease and satisfaction of the job are what keep you.  The owner, Gil—another marine pun-slash-name—loves having you around, even if it’s only in the summertime.  He calls you during the school year to see how life is, and if you can pick up a random shift here and there.  A former Air Force pilot from Chicago, Gil spent a good chunk of his midlife in Southern Florida and opened The Rusty Sawfish after retired life bored him.

You turn onto Clearwater Memorial Causeway, a long bridge that connects mainland Florida to Clearwater Beach Island, where the bar is located.  You’ve not once grown tired of the view—beautiful, blue-green waters, white sand beaches, swaying palm trees, and endless sunshine.  Sometimes, you’ll catch an occasional shark dorsal fin cruising along calmer waters or a bottlenose dolphin breaching at the surface.

The Rusty Sawfish lies in Clearwater Municipal Marina, surrounded by several restaurants, hotels, other bars, and tourist spots.  Like many Southern Florida beach cities, the population is a revolving door.  You don’t mind it, though it’s not the same close-knit community as your hometown in Nebraska.

You park on the street and stroll up to the bar, shooing some laughing gulls from the sidewalk.  The tourists here love to feed them, and they feel comfortable in human spaces.  You check your watch—two minutes to spare before you’re “late”, though Gil would never call you out.  He’s just happy you’re there.

The bar is one of the few out here that has large, glass garage doors that can open and enclose the place, which gives it an advantage in case of bad weather.  The inside is modern, unlike many marina bars that are filled with worn wooden floors and hut-like roofs.  The natural lighting inside is beautiful, no thanks to the big windows flanking the front.  The long u-shaped bar has enough comfortable space for 4-5 bartenders at once, which is sometimes doubled on busy summer days.

You step in and walk directly to the back office to drop your purse and clock in.  Gil, perched in his old desk chair and staring at his ancient computer in the stuffy office, looks up from the screen, readers glasses threatening to slip from the edge of his nose.  You chuckle.

“Afternoon, kiddo,” he greets you, smile crinkling his tan, leathery face.

“Afternoon, Gil.  How’s it been today?”

“Same shit.  Big group of fishermen stopped here earlier and are still here.  May need to cut ‘em off soon if they haven’t started laying off the booze,” he groans, scribbling something on his legal pad.  A pencil and paper guy, Gil would still be using an old-fashioned book balance if it weren’t for you.  Though he understands that electronic bookkeeping is a lifesaver, he’s skeptical of computers—and terrible at using them.

“Sounds good.  Just me for a while?” You ask, setting your things in one of the desk drawers and punching in on the time clock.  You can’t remember who was at the bar when you walked in.

“Georgia is here, and we got 2 more coming in for the evening.  Shaping up to be a great night,” he says, returning to stare dead-faced at the computer.  Stifling a chuckle, you nod and exit the office.

Georgia, the lone bartender, is quite happy to see you as she wipes off the countertop of the bar.  She’s a close friend of yours—you two met here at the bar several years ago and share a love for the ocean and its creatures.  She’s a fresh college graduate and a few years your junior.

“Hey! So glad you’re here!” She squeaks, giving you a quick hug.  She’s always been a touchy-feely girl, unlike you—though it doesn’t bother you.

“Rough lunch shift?” You tease, checking the ice bins and refrigerators for stock.  She comes up close to your ear and lowers her voice.

“Those fucking old men have been ruthless.  I made Gil take care of their last couple rounds because I can’t deal with the catcalling,” she hisses.  Before you can scan the bar to eye the table, she stops you.

“Don’t,” she warns, “They had a field day when you walked in.  I’m shocked you didn’t notice!”

Curbing the urge to roll your eyes, you nod.  “Where are they seated?  Maybe we should just give Gil the entire table,” you suggest.

“Underneath the big TV.  They insisted on sitting there so they could play Keno and watch baseball,” she groans.

“Ah, yes.  America’s favorite pastimes,” you quip.  Georgia cackles.

“I’ll stock quick.  Need any of the taps changed?” you ask her, grabbing a sticky note and pen by the POS system.  Bar preference is to have each new shift stock everything once they clock in, which makes the rest of the day a breeze.  Georgia nods.

“I know we’re running low on Miller—that damn table has been guzzling it all day,” she gripes.  You giggle.

“I’ll be back shortly,” you say, heading to the back to grab bottles, cans, and change the Miller tap.  It’s quick work for you and you’re back behind the counter in ten minutes.

“You ready for a break, Georg?” You ask her, preparing your side of the bar with clean glasses and towels.

“Not yet, maybe in about an hour once Gil is done trying to fill a single spreadsheet on Excel,” she jokes, making both of you laugh.  “Plus, I am not leaving you out here alone with those weirdos.”

“Is that one coming up here now?” You tilt your head toward a pudgy, middle-aged, sunburnt man with a ratty Budweiser shirt and an awful sunglasses tan approaching the bar.  He’s not stumbling, but the dumb grin on his face indicates that he’s feeling pretty good.  Georgia confirms with an annoyed grunt.

“Lovely ladies, can I get a refill of Miller?” He chirps, leaning against the bar countertop and propping his glass up.

“Sure.  I’m gonna give you a new glass, though,” Georgia responds, taking the dirty one and putting it in the black bin for used dishes.  Budweiser Man groans.

“Aw, I was tryin’ to help you, sweetie,” he says, loud voice enough to curdle cold milk.  He snaps his eyes to you.

“Wow.  Two gorgeous girls running the bar?  I think we’re in trouble,” he jokes, punctuating his sentence with a belly laugh.  The urge to rip his ratty shirt off his potbelly and embarrass him floods your system momentarily.  You settle for a fake smile instead.

“Sounds like you could use some water,” you joke, still fake smiling at him.  Languidly, he tries to pout at you, but the buzz makes the shift in facial expressions difficult.

“Trust me, sir—a day out in this sun, you’ll want water with each drink,” you add, getting a glass ready for him.

“Then what’s the point of the beer, hunny?” he whines.  Pet names drive you mad, especially from drunk old men.  Patience diminishing by the second, you inhale deeply and fill the glass with water with the soda gun.

“Just making sure our patrons are safe, sir.  Want to make sure you’re able to come back,” you respond, handing him a water as Georgia hands him a full pint of Miller.

“Sure thing, gorgeous,” he says, winking at you.  Gross.  The number of middle-aged men that have flirted with Georgia and you from the other side of the bar is probably pretty high, but most don’t give you the creeps.  Georgia waits until he’s back at the table before sneering.

“Jesus, what a fucking creep,” she seethes.  “I’d love to spit in his drink.”

“Easy, Georg.  Don’t lose it over Porky Pig,” you quip, followed by a boisterous laugh from her.

The night is busy, but smooth.  A weekend fishing tournament at the beach brings in tons of salty, sunburnt folks.  Two other bartenders, Mike and Rand, come in around 7:00 PM to help with the dinner rush.  They’re college kids that double as bouncers, which would’ve been helpful earlier.  The annoying table of anglers left around 5:00 PM after Gil warned them that he’d give them the boot if they didn’t start drinking water.  Porky and his crew left reluctantly, though not before coming up to give you and Georgia big tips and his phone number scrawled on a receipt.

Just in case you two like to tag team, it said.  Both of you suppressed a wave of nausea after reading that.

The bar closes at 2:00 AM most nights during the summer, and from 10 PM-1:30 AM, the bar is hopping.  Lots of anglers and tourists flock to the bar for the big TVs and fancy drinks, many of which you helped Gil curate.  Around 11:00, you finally get a chance to take a break.  Feeling sluggish, you walk over to the nearby convenience store to grab a coffee—caffeine doesn’t do much for you, but it’ll give you the boost you need to reach close.

A can of double shot espresso with cream calls your name, and you’re eager to crack it open.  Forgetting to look before leaving the aisle, you bump into something tall and hard.  The can falls and busts open on the floor, spraying coffee everywhere.  Fuck.

“Oh shit,” you say, realizing that you slammed into some guy.  “I’m so sorry!”  Quickly, you crouch to pick up the fallen can from the cold linoleum floor.

The voice that responds wakes you up more than any espresso could.  “S’alright, miss.  You alright?”

You look up from the puddle of coffee and see a good-sized, handsome-as-fuck stranger standing above you.  Middle-aged; curly, brown hair with flecks of gray; tan, muscled arms; big hands; warm, calming chocolate eyes.  He looks so good that you’re frozen, unable to reply.  He cocks an eyebrow at you before a small grin etches his face.

“Uh, yeah—sorry.  I’m in a hurry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.  I should’ve paid attention,” you respond, panicked.  You scan the aisle for paper towels or something to clean up the mess.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll go get an employee to clean this up,” the man assures you, his silky, Southern voice placating you.  You stand slowly, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.  A slow burn creeps up your neck and cheeks as his gaze sweeps over you.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, and you look up at him just before he turns away.  Fuck, he’s gorgeous.  His irises are lined with specks of amber, like gold flakes.  He almost looks worried.

A few moments later, he returns with an older lady dressed in a convenience store uniform, sporting a fluffy white towel.  She smiles warmly at you.  Hyper focused on not looking at the handsome stranger, you smile back at her and hold your hand out.

“I’ll clean it, I made the mess.  I’d want the same if someone made a mess where I worked,” you offer.  Both the employee and the man laugh.  She tilts her head at you as if she’s trying to recognize you.

“You work at The Rusty Sawfish, don’t you?” She asks, watching you wipe up the puddle of coffee.

“Guilty.  I’m on my break right now, though I seem to have wasted it being an idiot,” you say, and the two strangers chuckle again.  The man’s deep, rumbly laugh makes your stomach flip.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, sweetie.  You deserve a break!  Let me finish and take a can on the house,” she says.  Her kindness mirrors that of most residents here—always helping others, stranger or not.

“Oh, I couldn’t.  Unless you came to the bar for a free drink.  Both of you,” you add, forcing yourself to make eye contact with the handsome stranger.

The way he stares at you makes you writhe.  His gaze is captivating.  His eyes circle around your eyes and your lips, unmoving—like you’re the only person in the room.  Time pauses as you both exchange stares.  He’s the first to speak.

“I’ll be there,” he says, half-smirking at you.  You forgot about the convenience store employee until she speaks again.

“Late night here for me, but I’ll stop by this weekend!  Have a great night, sweetie!”

“Thank you both,” you say, grabbing a new can and waving as you walk backward toward the exit.  You don’t miss the way Sexy Stranger watches you leave, but you miss the way his eyes traverse your frame when you turn around.

Shivers blitz your spine as you walk back to work, thinking of how he looked at you.  He was one of the most attractive men you’d seen here, which says a lot.  Southern Florida beach cities are ripe with hot men from all walks of life.  His accent was Southern, but not Floridian—more mainland, like Oklahoma or Texas.  Before you can think on it further, you trot back into the bar.

Thankfully, there isn’t a huge rush of patrons.  Georgia, Mike, and Rand are moving around behind the bar.  You hurry and step behind the u-shaped area, smoothing your hair out of your face.  Georgia approaches you, grinning.

“Sorry—I made a complete fool of myself at the convenience store and spilled coffee everywhere, even ran into this sexy guy in the aisle,” You lament, redoing your now sweaty and frizzy updo. She laughs.

“Did you get his number, though?” Georgia asks. “Also, how sexy are we talking?”

You widen your eyes and whistle lowly.  “Georg—I’m telling you, he was sexy as fuck.  Southern type—tall, dark, and handsome.  He said he was coming here.”

She claps her hands together giddily.  “Hell yes.  Surprised he didn’t follow you right then and there,” she adds with a wink.  You roll your eyes.

“Nah, but I’m sure he’ll do that to you when he sees you,” you hypothesize.  Georgia is beautiful—typical tan, blonde Florida beach babe with a killer body.  She’s bubbly, too, with a personality that matches the Clearwater sunshine, and she’s smart.  She shushes you, frowning.

“Um… have you seen yourself?  You’re a fucking knockout. How many guys have tried to get us to do a threesome with them? That should tell you everything,” Georgia reminds you. You shrug, unsure how to answer—she’s right.

“That’s what I thought, Miss I Don’t Know I’m Beautiful.  Now shut up and help me get the drinks ready for this table,” she says, giving you an air kiss on the cheek.  Georg knows how to cheer you up—her sunshine personality is contagious.

Several cocktails and minutes later, you head back to the cooler to restock the bar fridges.  When you return, a seat at the bar is occupied with a familiar curly-haired man peering up at the television behind the bar.  He’s not facing you, thankfully—the way you froze was embarrassing enough.  Coolly, you hoist the bin of alcohol on your shoulder and stride toward the bar.  The fridge you need to restock doesn’t face him, so you have some time to plan a greeting while you refill the beers.  Georgia pokes your side as she walks up to him, informing you that she knows it’s your sexy mystery man.

“Welcome in!  Have you been here before?” She chirps, handing him a menu.  He shakes his head and scans the sheets quickly before folding it up and handing it back to her.

“No, ma’am.  Was advised to come here by one of the employees,” he croons.  You feel his stare boring a hole in your head and decide it’s time to acknowledge him.

Standing up, you face him and hope your cheeks don’t burn bright red.  He’s smiling at you, and fuck, that smile is something you won’t forget.  Pearly whites on full display, crinkled but twinkling eyes, a salt and pepper beard, and tan skin complement the face staring at yours.

Speak, you idiot.

“Hi again.  Glad you made it.  I wondered where the coffee smell came from.”  Your wit pulls a boisterous laugh from him, one that does something tingly to your insides.  Georgia interrupts.

“I’ll take over the stocking while you help this gentleman,” she says, pinching your side as she walks away.  The man’s eyes don’t follow her, which surprises you—they’re glued to you.  Words exit your mouth before you can ruminate further.

“What can I get you? I take it you’re not a fruity cocktail kind of guy,” you tease, smirking at him.  He shakes his head and chuckles.

“Correct, ma’am.  Is the whiskey here all you’ve got?” He nods to the shelves behind you.

“Not quite.  The owner is a whiskey aficionado and has some reserve bottles in the back that he saves for special customers,” you say, putting a hand next to your mouth as you fake whisper.  The lopsided grin returns on his face, sending your pulse into overdrive.

“Would gettin’ spilled on by an employee qualify me as a special customer?” He wisecracks, arching a brow at you.  You slump your shoulders in mock defeat.

“I suppose. What’s your favorite?” His jaw ticks back and forth as he ponders.

“Too hard to say.  Not a picky guy. Been cravin’ some Eagle Rare,” his velvet voice replies, the soundwaves tickling the hair on your ears.

“I’ll go ask the boss.  Be right back.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sexy Stranger replies, watching you leave.  Undiscovered by you, he’s turned to watch you walk to Gil’s office, his pulse picking up at what he sees.

He won’t lie to himself—he’s drabbled in some younger women over the years, many of whom were nothing but a one-night stand, a pretty young thing to slip inside and make him feel younger for a few hours.  But you’re different.  Stunning, yes.  Charming, funny, and mysterious, too—like you’re looking at the world from a different dimension.  He senses a force field around you, though, one he worries you won’t let him invade.

You step out of Gil’s office with a dusty bottle of Eagle Rare, aged ten years.  Gil was astounded that someone requested this, and had he not been contemplating ways to destroy his computer, he’d have joined the Sexy Stranger for a glass.

As you return to the bar, you admire the man’s full head of brunette curls, and the random spots kissed with gray locks.  His shoulders are brawny and expansive, pulling taut the flannel fabric between his scapulas.  Atop them is a thick, ropy neck, with a jutting Adam’s apple and tan flesh you’d like to sink your teeth into.  He was tall, but not overtly so—just enough to complement his muscly build.

The way he leans back in the chair and sees his surroundings exudes a calm tenacity, but the way his eyes smolder suggests a tendency to be ravenous.  You wonder if that duality is something he wants to show you.  Warmth surges through your veins as you fantasize about a complete stranger, wracking your core and igniting thoughts and feelings you haven’t had in a long time.

Certainly, you’d been with men since moving to Clearwater, and though the options were vast, the likelihood of something lasting was minimal.  Thus, you chose to keep interactions with men somewhat superficial, an imaginary arm constantly protruding from you to forbid anything further than flirtatious banter.  This attractive, swarthy man, however, had his wrist wrapped around that arm and was threatening to rip it from you—the thought frightened and excited you.

Momentarily, you ignore the rush of adrenaline as you return behind the bar and into his view.  Like  a magnet, he latches onto you at once, eyes burning your face and figure.  Using a damp towel behind the counter, you swipe dust off the bottle and set it in front of him.

“Here you are, sir.  One dusty bottle of Eagle Rare.”  Sexy Stranger smiles at the bottle, wrapping a large hand around the base and examining the label.

“’S the good stuff,” he murmurs, voice dropping deeper than you thought possible. The pitch twists your insides.  In an effort to subdue your racing mind and pulse, you force a smirk and start wiping off the counter.

You feel the man’s eyes snap to you, melting your resolve with a fiery intensity.  Suddenly, you’re unable to continue moving the towel, and resign to meeting his eyes.  Smoldering is the only way to describe the way he’s looking at you.

That familiar rush of heat wraps around the base of your throat and underneath the fabric of your now-suffocating, loose tee shirt.  Instinctively, you fiddle with the collar and pull it down slightly, trying to let out some of the hot air trapped inside, unaware of the fact that you’ve exposed some skin to him.  In any other situation, it would’ve been a harmless gesture, but here, it only spurs on his imagination.  His pupils dilate ever so slightly at the sight of your collarbone, complemented with a silver pendant necklace.

“What’s that necklace you got there?” Sexy Stranger asks.  Involuntarily, your fingers latch onto the shark charm and twiddle it back and forth.  He’s still watching.

“Oh, it’s a shark.  Can’t remember the last time I took this thing off—I forget about it,” you say, surprised that you can form coherent sentences right now under his hot gaze.

He makes eye contact with you and raises an eyebrow.  “Why a shark?”

“The short version is that it’s my favorite animal.”

He tilts his head at you, jaw ticking again.  Your eyes latch onto the strong muscles moving it back and forth, flexing underneath his temples.

“And the long version?”

You cock an eyebrow, mirroring him, and grab a short glass, placing it on a coaster in front of him.  “Before I delve into that, how do you like your whiskey?”

He chuckles, deep and rumbly.  “Neat, sweetheart.”

The pet name eviscerates your stomach.  You gulp without meeting his gaze, aware that he’s staring at you still.  You pour him a perfect glass of bourbon neat and push the coaster toward him.  As you let go, he reaches for the glass, fingertips brushing the tops of your fingers.

As if you touched the metal prongs of a plug, you whip your hand back.  The feeling of his skin on yours was nothing short of electric.  He misreads your reaction.

“Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, brown eyes no longer smoldering but concerned.

“Oh no, it’s not that, just wasn’t expecting it,” you stammer, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.  Ironic.  He lets it pass, for now.

“So—the long story?” He takes a generous sip of the amber liquid, swishing it around his mouth as he watches you.  You place your palms down on the counter and smile at him.

“Long story is I’m a Professor of Marine Biology at a local university here.  I’ve been studying sharks for a long time now.  They are beautiful, brilliant creatures that have evolved to near perfection.  I do what I can to protect them—they have been fished relentlessly.”

Sexy Stranger is in awe of you, struck by your eloquence, intelligence, and beauty.  He takes another sip, never dragging his eyes from yours.

“Wow,” he says, raising both eyebrows as he sets the glass down.  “Just one question.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.  The two of you are getting good at this nonverbal communication.

“You consider that the long version?”

His humor catches you off guard and a goofy, boisterous laugh escapes you.  For the second time now, he flashes a full smile at you.  He likes that sound.

Suddenly, a phone rings nearby.  He frowns and fishes a small, old iPhone from his front jeans pocket and squints at the screen.  He grimaces as he stuffs it back, shifting uncomfortably in the chair to make it fit.

“Sweetheart, I need to run.  Lemme settle up for the glass,” he says, the pet name stimulating your pulse again.

“Sure thing.  Gil said to come back any time—the bottle is basically yours,” you say, winking at him as you print his receipt.  His heartbeat does some racing of its own at the gesture.  He tears his eyes from you to fish for his wallet and throw some bills on top of the receipt.

“Will do.  I’ll see you around, darlin’,” Sexy Stranger says as he stands, giving you a small wink as he leaves.  You watch him leave before realizing you didn’t cash him out.  You grab the cash and receipt, noticing what looks like writing on the back side.

A phone number is scrawled on the back.  Underneath is his name.  Joel.

Your heart stops as you stare at the small white paper.  When did I even give him a pen?  I didn’t notice him writing.  Georgia startles you with an elbow to the side.

“That was quick,” she teases.  Bashful, you fold the receipt up and shove it in the pocket of your jean shorts.

“Shut up, Georg.  He was just being nice. Probably wants tips for shark watching or something.”

She stares at you incredulously.  “Girl… he’s so fucking into you.  Everybody in this building felt that tension.”

Heat creeps up your spine once again.  You check the POS system for the time and see that it’s almost 2:00 AM.  Time to close and do it all again tomorrow.

“Let’s get something to eat.  Wanna crash at my place?” Georgia asks.  You nod, finding that you’re hungry—but something tells you it’s not food you’re craving.

Sunlight bounces off the white walls of Georgia’s apartment just before 7:00 AM.  A light groan escapes you as you stretch out on the plush sectional in her living room before settling back into the burrow of blankets.

Georgia lives a quick five-minute drive from the marina, in a lofty one-bedroom apartment with an ocean view.  Her family is generationally wealthy and based in Sarasota, Florida—hence the high-rise apartment and a nice Mercedes SUV.  She escaped the clutches of her uptight family to explore her passion—surfing.  She got a job at The Rusty Sawfish to supplement her allowance and pay for surfing gear and tournaments, something her parents refused to do.  You two clicked immediately and have been friends since.

Pulling your hoodie up over your head, you check your phone quickly before deciding whether to go back to sleep.  It’s still early, and you didn’t get to sleep until after 3:00 AM.  Your stomach backflips when you see a message from an unknown number pop up.  The nerves turn to giddiness as you remember that the number belongs to Joel, the sexy stranger you met at the convenience store last night.  You messaged him when you got to Georgia’s apartment last night asking if he made it home alright, certain he wouldn’t be awake to respond.  You swipe down to read the message.

Joel: Morning sweetheart.  I made it home just fine.  Was hoping you’d text sooner so I could ask the same.  :)

Kicking your feet like a child, you contemplate a response.

You: Sorry I texted so late!  I didn’t make it back to my friend’s place until close to 3.

Joel is quick to respond.

Joel: Surprised you’re up.  Figured someone as pretty as you would need at least 8 hours of beauty sleep.  By the way—your friend told me your name.  I hope that’s OK.

Grinning at your phone, you shake your head slowly.  The man is as charming over text as he is in person.

You: You flatter me.  I was just going to go back to sleep given that I currently look like a hobbit—guess 8 hours is exactly what I need ;)

You: And yes, that’s okay.  Sounds a lot like my friend.  She’s a good wingman.

Joel: I highly doubt you look anything less than gorgeous.  Get some rest.  We’ll talk later today.

Pretty.  Gorgeous.

The grin doesn’t leave your face as you drift back to sleep.

Later that evening, you’re behind the familiar u-shaped counter of the bar with paper-thin patience and a penchant for kicking out a rowdy group of college age anglers from the tournament.

“Look, I have a legit ID and I’m an adult, I can drink however many beers I want!” A gangly blonde trust fund-looking kid from the group whines at you.  You narrow your eyes at him briefly before responding, like a snake ready to strike its prey.

“Not how it works.  It’s the bar’s best practice to avoid overserving and keep this a safe place for everybody.  Drink some water and we’ll revisit,” you reply, voice stern.  You squeeze the towel in your hand for stress relief.

Though Florida has a dram shop law that prevents bars from being sued by an intoxicated patron that ends up drunk driving and getting hurt, Gil has always mandated a no overserving policy.  Spending all day out in the ocean and then drinking heavily is a dangerous combo.  The older patrons have no qualms about it, but the younger, rowdier crowds differ.  Blonde kid sticks his index finger on the counter and leans in close to you, bloodshot eyes fixated on yours.

“I want your manager,” he spits, breath reeking of booze.  Still somewhat level-headed, you stare directly in his eyes.

“You got it,” you respond, emotionless.  Gil’s not one for overserving, and he’s not one for rude patrons harassing his bartenders.  This dumb kid has a lesson coming.

Stone faced, you drop your towel and tell Georgia you’ll be right back before cruising to Gil’s office.  The door is wide open, and to your surprise, Joel’s sitting in the chair next to Gil, the two of them chuckling and conversing.  Your heart falters momentarily before you remember why you came back here.  You knock lightly on the open door and both men look up at you.

Gil frowns immediately.  He’s seen that look before.

“Not a good sign when my best employee has that look on her face.  Where is he?” Gil asks, standing and removing his readers.  Feeling Joel’s eyes burning holes in you, you do your best to ignore them right now.

“Up front.  Blonde kid with the frat group.  Pissed off that I won’t pour him a 5th vodka red bull.  I told him about our policy, and he asked for the manager,” you recite, tight-lipped.  Gil nods, squeezing your shoulder lightly as he walks past you to the bar.

Thankful that Gil is handling it, you close your eyes and exhale heavily before remembering you’re not alone.  Your eyes open quickly to find Joel staring at you.  His eyes look concerned, though there’s that damned lopsided smile on his face.

“Guy’s got some balls on him,” he jokes, standing and taking a step closer to you.  Your pulse quickens.  Laughing, you roll your eyes and wave him off.

“Everybody does when they’re drunk.”

Joel rakes a hand through his stubble and nods, studying your face.

“I reckon I wasn’t totally honest with you last night,” he says, face falling slightly.  Raising an eyebrow, you try to quiet the thousand thoughts that rush through your mind—is he going to say that he’s married?  Fresh out of prison?  Gay?  Well… the last one is unlikely.  He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he continues.

“I’ve known Gil for a long, long time.  S’why I knew there’d be Eagle Rare here,” he says.

Relief rushes through you.  “Jesus, Joel.  I thought you were gonna tell me you were married.”

A hearty laugh escapes him as he shakes his head fervently, throwing his hands up in surrender.  “Hell no.  Haven’t been married since I was in my early 20s, which was about a million years ago.”

You wipe your brow exaggeratedly, signaling your relief.  Joel chuckles again.

“So, what brings you to Clearwater, then?  Or have you always been here?”

“No, no.  I’m from Texas.  Been here several times but moved here last month.  I’m a contractor and Gil and I have worked on some projects together.  He wants my help f’another one.”

It all makes sense—the flannel shirt, the muscles, the demeanor, the accent.  A question pops up in your mind.

“Does he know you gave me your number last night?” You ask him, tilting your head inquisitively.

“Yes, ma’am.  We’re good friends.  He’s protective of you, but I made it clear t’him that I ain’t tryin’ any funny business with you,” he admits, smoldering eyes affixed to yours.  His expression and tone gives you the impression that he’s telling the truth, like lying to you would be worse than anything.

“Are you saying… you don’t often give your number to bartenders that spill coffee all over you?” You chide, flashing a smile at him.  His pupils dilate imperceptibly.

“No, ma’am.  Don’t make that kinda thing a habit,” he responds, taking a step closer to you.  Your breath catches in your throat at his proximity.  He’s within arm’s reach, and the magnetic field between the two of you is sending your internal compass off the rails.  He opens his mouth to say something, but Gil interrupts the moment, oblivious to the two of you.

“He’s taken care of.  Thanks for dealing with him,” he sing-songs, saying your name warmly.

Still staring at Joel, you reply to Gil.  “Appreciate it, Gil.  I’ll return to my post.”

Joel laughs quietly, eyes twinkling at you.  You smile coyly at him before leaving the office, needing to cool off before you explode internally.  The sexual tension between the two of you is almost too much to handle.

Before you can check if he’s following you, Georgia flags you down behind the bar.  A devilish smile plays on her tan, freckled face.

“So… he’s back,” she teases, waggling her eyebrows. “You taking him home tonight or what?”

Jaw dropping in mock shock, you tilt your head at her.

“Are you suggesting that I sleep with him?  Georg—I don’t know him!”

She guffaws.  “Gil knows him very well, though.  Isn’t that enough to tell you he’s safe? I bet they watch boring carpenter shows together and spend all their money on fancy old man bourbon.”

Good point.  Joel seems safe—for now.  But you’ve been out of the game far too long to half-ass a night with a man like him.  He seems… experienced.  And the glint in his eyes when he sees you is enough to make your heart jump out of your chest.

“I don’t know.  I’m interested.  I’ll keep an open mind.  Sounds like he’s in Clearwater for good… plenty of old beach babes to take him on,” you joke, winking at her.  She punches your arm.

“He doesn’t even look at anybody but you, dipshit.  If you say something like that one more time, I’m gonna tell him,” she threatens half-jokingly, pointing a polished finger in your face.

“Fine.  We’ll see where it ends up,” you surrender, checking the fridges for a routine restock.

The remainder of Saturday night at The Rusty Sawfish is busy, but not overwhelmingly so.

Georgia, Mike, Rand, and you man the bar, which had no empty chairs the entire evening.  Business was booming from the fishing tournament, and even Gil stepped out of the office to pour some drinks.

Joel made himself comfortable at the end of the bar.  Gil dumped stacks of blueprints in front of him, and he got busy reviewing them while nursing glasses of neat bourbon.  You couldn’t count the number of times you two exchanged glances and shy smiles, and he couldn’t count the number of times he caught himself staring at you.  He was entranced by the way you moved at the bar—commanding the flow of customers, making drinks at lightning speed, being friendly with the customers, and looking damn good while you do it.

Closing time rolls around yet again, and he’s still scanning blueprints, sketching on pages here and there with his carpenter’s pencil.  Every so often, he’d tuck it behind one of his ears, mussing some of his curls in the process.  You found yourself studying his mannerisms, trying to get to know him without speaking.  He’d tick his jaw back and forth as he read, and the corner of his lips would twitch each time he marked the page with his pencil, salt and pepper mustache hairs grooving along with them.

You learn from the way he holds the page out three feet in front of him to read small text, brow furrowing as he deciphers the letters, that he’s stubborn and not ready to buy reader’s glasses.  You catch yourself giggling at it, making damn sure he doesn’t see.

You learn that he was likely a former athlete by the way his hips sway when he walks to the bathroom, his gait controlled yet energetic and limber, the denim of his very-worn jeans hugging his strong legs.  The jeans indicate that he’s not much of a shopper and is loyal to what makes him feel comfortable, like a pair of faded, almost-torn bootcut Wranglers molded to his frame and creased leather cowboy boots.

You learn that his body is still in wonderful shape as he folds his arms behind his head and arches his back to stretch his aching body, revealing a sliver of soft-looking skin above the denim waistband and a trail of dark hair leading from his belly button down beneath.

You learn that he enjoys hearing your laugh with each time he tries to prod it out of you with a silly joke or a wisecrack about one of the customers.  Given the manner and frequency with which his eyes travel up and down your frame, he also likes your body—from the subtle shelf of your breasts underneath your tank top, to the shape of your ass in your frayed jean shorts, to your smooth legs.  But he likes your face, too—evident by the way his amber eyes travel over your features, landing frequently at your eyes and lips.

Now, you can tell Georgia she’s right—that he fancies you, more so than any other woman that glanced at him twice during the night.  And boy, there were plenty.

Most of all, though—you learn how much you want him.  If not obvious by the butterflies bouncing off the walls of your abdomen and chest as he speaks to you, it is clear when you take a bathroom break of your own and find dampness in your panties.  Your nerves are in overdrive at the possibility of finding out what his hands feel like on your skin, what his lips feel like meshed with yours, what his strong frame feels like flush against yours.

Needing cool relief, you soak a paper towel in cold water and place it on the back of your neck, shivering at the stray droplets that roll down your spine.  You stare at yourself in the mirror and start to realize that maybe Georgia is right about you, that you are beautiful and worthy of feeling that way.

You exit the bathroom to find that it’s now past 2:00 AM, and customers have left—all but Joel.  He’s standing now, elbows leaning against the counter.  He notices the air pressure change from the bathroom door opening and turns to stare at you as you approach him, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again.

“Sir, we’re closed.  Have you paid your tab?” You ask, half-smiling at him.  He laughs as he fishes his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

“Gettin’ there, sweetheart,” he says, grunting as it finally comes out of its enclosure.  The wallet is about as worn as the jeans, faded and bent at the corners.  He hands you several twenty-dollar bills, a few too many for his sixty-dollar tab.

“I’ll get your change,” you say, muscle memory taking over.  He puts a hand up.

“No, keep it.  You deserve it,” he murmurs, tucking the wallet back in his pocket and gathering the blueprints for Gil.

“Joel, it’s too much for what little work I did tonight,” you protest.  He looks at you, eyes smoldering once again.

“No, darlin’—you did a lot more than you think.”  The tone suggests he’d been imagining you the same way you did him, sending a zing of shivers up your spine.  You know your cheeks are reddening, but you ignore it as you balance the drawer for the evening.  Joel trots back to Gil’s office to return the papers, resurfacing after a few minutes.

Georgia, Mike, and Rand have finished cleaning and their closing duties.  They stop by the register to check in on you.

“Hey—there’s a party at Mike’s neighbor’s house.  You in?” Georgia asks, knowing full well you’re not going to agree.  You can tell she’s trying not to smirk.

“No, thanks.  I’m exhausted,” you reply, dividing up the tips.  “Here you go, tips for tonight.  Great job.”

“Well, you better come to the one next week—you can’t use this excuse again,” Mike teases you, elbowing you lightly.

“I’ll be there, just not feeling it tonight.  Thanks, guys,” you say warmly, hugging Georgia as they prepare to leave.

“Oh, we rode together—are you good taking an Uber?  I was going to ride with these guys,” she asks, loud enough for Joel to hear.

“I can walk to my car.  It’s only a few minutes.”

Joel interrupts.  “I’ll take ya.  I’m sure y’feel safe out here, but it’s late and dark.”

Georgia takes this as her cue to leave.  “See you tomorrow, love!”  You wave as the three exit, leaving Joel, you, and the magnetic sexual tension between you.

“You sure about this?  Really, it’s not that bad of a trek,” you ask him, not wanting to be a bother.  He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’d feel better f’you let me make sure you’re safe, and y’just said y’were tired,” he says lowly, voice dropping in decibels to match the now-quiet atmosphere of the bar.

“If it helps you sleep at night, sure,” you joke, winking at him.  A yawn interrupts your comedic routine, to which Joel raises his eyebrows.

“How ‘bout I just drive you home, sweetheart?” He suggests.  A wave of fatigue hits you as you finish yawning, and you surrender.

“Good idea.  Let me get my stuff.”

You emerge from the office after retrieving your purse and saying goodbye to Gil, who has resumed trying to figure out Excel.  Joel watches you approach him, rubbing his beard distractedly.

You lead him out of the bar, the nervous energy between you making your legs feel restless.  Joel places a hand on your lower back as you push the doors open.  Once outside, you expect him to move it, but he doesn’t.  It stays warm and firm on your back as you two walk down the marina to the street parking area.

The sound of the waves crashing into the shore placates your nerves a bit.  You peer at them as you walk, bewitched by the rays of moonlight dancing on the subtle peaks.

“S’a beautiful night,” Joel murmurs, closer to your ear than you realized.  You jump a bit, and he chuckles quietly, rubbing his hand softly on your lower back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean t’scare ya,” he apologizes.  The cool beach breeze blows by, and goosebumps grow on your bare skin.  You rub your arms instinctively.  A few moments later, Joel places his flannel over your shoulders, squeezing the tops lightly before letting go.  The warm gesture makes those butterflies in your stomach ricochet like pinballs.

“Thanks.  It’s cooler than normal this evening,” you say, watching your feet as you continue walking.  The scent of his shirt engulfs your senses, slowing your pace momentarily.  It’s an alluring mix of earthy and musky, like sandalwood, pine, and sweet bourbon.

“This is me,” Joel says, stopping next to an older, beatdown Chevy truck.  He opens the passenger door for you.

“Didn’t realize you were such a gentleman, Joel,” you tease him.  He shuts the door lightly, smirking and shaking his head at you through the window.  You glance at your surroundings.

His truck is spotless, save for some stains on the floor.  There’s a cup of carpenter’s pencils in one of the cupholders, which makes you smile.  The radio is ancient, with a small, thin screen for the time and big black buttons, which are a bit dusty.  The only button that’s clean is the power button/volume knob duo.  Not much of a music guy, you think.

The driver’s door squeaks open, and Joel plops down on the seat with a grunt. He shoves the key in the ignition and turns it over a few times before the engine roars on.

“Where to?” he asks, cranking the truck into reverse and pulling out of the spot.  You direct him to your apartment, which is 10 minutes from the marina.

The ride to your place is quiet, but not awkwardly so.  Joel turned on the music and kept the volume low, asking you questions here and there about Clearwater and you.

“Your family here?”

“Nope.  I’m from the Midwest.  They’re all in Nebraska and Iowa.”  He whistles lowly.

“Bit of a drive.  Why Florida?  Lemme guess—the ocean?”

“That’s part of it,” you reply, staring out the window, watching the palm trees flash by.

“Take it y’also wanted to get away from your family,” he says, tone rhetorical.  You snort and turn to face him.  He’s got one hand on the wheel, the other perched on the back of your seat.  There’s a half-smirk on his moonlight-painted face.

“Am I that obvious?” Your tone is half-incredulous, half-rhetorical. He chuckles in place of responding.

Soon, you arrive at your apartment complex.  Joel opens your door and follows you to the building.  Hesitant, you stop just before entering and turn to him.  The tension is thick, like a hazy cloud between the two of you.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He clenches his jaw, staring at you before replying.

“Sure.  Y’gonna take advantage of me?” The witty remark catches you off guard.  You burst out laughing and the contagious, melodic sound makes him laugh.

“Only if you want me to,” you reply, holding your keys up to the pad and opening the door.  You swear you hear him growl behind you, but he doesn’t reply.

Luckily, you’re on the first floor.  You don’t think you could stomach walking up the stairs in your daisy dukes with Joel behind you.

Once inside your place, you open the fridge and grab two bottles of beer as Joel surveys the apartment.  You place one on his bare forearm, the sudden chill startling him.  He swipes the bottle from your hand as you giggle, giving you a threatening look.

“Want to sit outside?  I have a little futon out there,” you offer, realizing you still have his flannel on.  The sleeves are a little long, touching the base of your knuckles.  He nods.  You grab a blanket from the couch and lead him to the sliding glass door in the kitchen.

Your patio is small, but it’s your favorite spot, overlooking the beach.  The apartment building is on a small hill, which is great for days when the sea level rises.  The waves are still crashing quietly onto the shore, bathed in silky moonlight.

You sit first, crossing your legs underneath the warm blanket.  It’s chilly without it.  Joel sits next to you with what you now know is his trademark old man grunt, denim-clad leg touching your knee.  He takes a swig and brings the base of the bottle to eye level to study the label.

“Sorry—no bourbon,” you lament jokingly, taking a swig of your own.  He smirks and takes another sip.

“Didn’t strike you as the type, anyway.”

“Is it the lack of facial hair?” Joel spits out his beer laughing.

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else,” he coughs, wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand.

“In Joel speak, I think that’s a compliment, yes?”

He laughs again, staring at you as you watch the ocean.  His hand moves to rest on your kneecap, thumb circling the soft skin lightly.  Your heartbeat picks up twofold.

“Gil was right about you,” he murmurs.  Confused, you look at him, surprised to see a wanton expression on his face.

“What about me?”

He scoots closer.  Your hands squeeze the beer bottle nervously.

“Don’t remember exactly what he said,” he croons, face getting closer to yours, “somethin’ about you bein’ a special person.”

The sexual tension between the two of you has reached a new level of heavy, sucking the air out of your lungs and igniting your core.  Joel grabs your beer from your hand, setting it and his down on the concrete floor of the patio.  He stares into your eyes, looking for hesitation as he leans closer to you.

Clearly, he finds none, because his lips are on yours, light and soft.  The hand that was on your knee is on the back of your neck, thumb pressed against your cheek.  His other hand grips your hip and pulls you closer to him.  You take the opportunity to climb on his lap, pulling a surprised yet satisfied grunt from him.

His lips move slowly, gently against yours.  Rough, warm hands caress the tops of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their path.  He tastes smooth, like the Eagle Rare he sipped on this evening, a rich contrast from the rough scratch of his mustache and beard against your face.  You comb fingers through his thick curls, tugging lightly at the base of his head. Another satisfied grunt travels from his throat to your mouth.

The passion overheats you, and like he’s reading your mind, he pushes his shirt off your shoulders, mouth still latched to yours.  His hands slip under your tank top and caress your abdomen, fingertips dancing along the underside of your breast.  He groans again when he realizes you don’t have a bra on.  You tilt your head back and his lips caress your neck, nipping softly at your pulse.  The soft moan that leaves your lips spurs him on, and his teeth move higher, tugging on the flesh of your earlobe.

He reaches for the hem of your tank top and slowly lifts the fabric over your head.  His eyes burn holes in your skin, pupils dilated so much so that his eyes look black.  He reaches up and palms both of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingertips as he admires your body.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathes before sucking a nipple into his mouth.  You wrap your arms around his strong neck and tug his curls back to envelope his mouth with yours.  He lifts you from his lap effortlessly and stands, murmuring something about going back inside into your mouth.

Still kissing you, he carries you to your bedroom and tosses you on the bed before caging you in his arms, continuing what you started on the patio as the sound of the ocean and the cicadas fill the background.

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You need to learn how to fall 6/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the military to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this post.

PROLOGUE 2003-2006 2007-2010 2011-2015 2016+

>>Bradley

>>Jake

~30 months Later…

                “Dr Bradshaw!”

                “Ah. Lieutenant Seresin.”

                “You remember me.”

                “You name and rank are on your uniform.”

                “Think you still remember me.”

                “You’re very sure of that.”

                “I like to be memorable.”

                “Hmm. I’m sure you do. Can I help you?”

                “Just wanted to see if you’d be interested in that drink.”

                “We’re in Corpus Christi. This isn’t my home. I believe I told you to look me up if you were ever in North Island.”

                “So you do remember me. And this is my home base, so halfway there right?”

                Bradley sighs, it feels like a bad idea for so many different reasons, but he could do one drink. It’s not like he has any other plans for the evening before returning to the base accommodations he’s been put up in for this training stint and even if it does end up a one-night stand he’s kind of horny enough that he’d go for it right now. He hasn’t had sex in a few months, which isn’t actually a problem, he’s not

                “Sure, okay. We can go for a drink. As long as it’s not on base.”

                “Deal.”

                One drink turns into dinner, turns into another drink and then coffee. They end up talking for a couple of hours, before they realize it’s after ten and they both have early starts. He hadn’t expected to enjoy Jake’s company quite this much, his sense of humor biting, but intelligent conversation, engaged and invested conversationalist. He’s pleasantly surprised. Jake, and he is Jake now, walks him to his car, parked in the far end of the lot under the shade of a tree in the hopes it’ll keep in cooler in the Texas heat.

                “Thanks for agreeing to have that drink with me…”

                Bradley pulls a slightly depreciating face, knows he’s maybe acted a little like a jerk.

                “Thanks for inviting me. Again. I enjoyed myself.”

                The kiss is soft, dry and gentle, nothing more than a brush of lips and he’s too stunned to do anything more about it, to chase his lips for a deeper taste. Instead Jake tips an imaginary hat at him and walks away and he wonders what the hell just happened. That’s not the way he thought their evening would end.

…             …             …

                The next day his phone vibrates with a new message and it’s not from a number he recognizes.

>>When I’m in North Island I’m looking you up.

                Huh.

                He’s not sure if that’s a threat or a promise.

                He carefully saves Jake’s contact details in his phone.

…             …             …

                Despite their conversation over dinner he hadn’t really put two and two together and realized that Jake was in Corpus Christi to also be an instructor. He should have thought about it, realized when Jake was talking about instructing he was referring to right then and now. Their paths cross on multiple occasions but Jake doesn’t ask him out again. He’s nothing but professional, courteous and friendly. His eyes and lips seem flirty, but Bradley’s pretty sure he’s projecting now, completely imagining it. Neither of them mention the message, and he finds himself staring at it simply to remind himself that he didn’t imagine receiving it.

                Maybe he thought Bradley was interesting or attractive, but since their dinner, since they’re working together, there’s nothing actually there. Despite the text message he’d received, which he’d carefully saved into his contacts, Jake hasn’t asked Bradley out again, and he’s not sure whether he’s disappointed or relieved. He’s only there for two weeks, the training short and intensive, he’ll be back in nine months to cover other things, reiterate what he’s already covered (and in five months for a new intake of students). By then they will have had more experience, better understanding of what he’s trying to teach them. He does the rounds of goodbyes before heading for the airstrip and the plane he’s catching back to North Island.

                “It’s been nice working with you. Thank you for making your expertise available,” Jake says, shaking his hand and Bradley nods and smiles, the formality of Jake’s tone not matching the intensity of his gaze. It’s a sharp contrast to the more antagonistic man he met a couple of years ago, contrasting further with the charming and flirty guy he ended up having dinner with and he wonders which one is truly Jake Seresin.

…             …             …

                Days later, working on a research paper and he feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin. He really needs to fucking jump out a plane, confused and frustrated for no reason he can pin down and he wants the clarity that falling through the air gives him. He redoes all his pack jobs. Unrolls and checks, realizes he’s maybe a little distracted and asks Mav to check them for him as well, before he does it again, his mind finally settling into the familiar rhythm. He convinces Ice to take him up for a jump, specifically a hop and pop, wants to spend as much time floating down as possible, Mav on pick up within the drop zone.

                It’s a textbook landing, he times the flares out perfectly, the velocity of approach slowing and he still prepares for impact but there’s almost none, jumping down a step would have been worse and he almost bounces up simply with the amount he’s bent his legs. He pulls in the toggles, tugging on the lines to stop them from gusting and begins pulling it all in.

                “Nice, you look almost blasé about the whole thing.”

                “Yeah, it was nice and smooth.”

                “You look like you belong up there… something one of your instructors said to us once, about you being a natural. You do look like you born to it.”

                “It’s my safe space, which I know seems weird to you, but it’s just….”

                “Everything comes into pinpoint focus and you can’t imagine being anywhere else,” Mav provides and Bradley catches his eye and nods.

                “Yeah. Also it’s where I feel the most alive. Nothing else matters.”

                “Hmm…” Mav agrees, and he slaps Bradley on the shoulder, helps him unclip and roll. “You know that’s how I feel about flying. Seeing you just… step back onto earth, reminded me of how I feel about when I step out of a plane.”

                “Like you immediately want to get back up there?”

                “Yeah.”

                “Well, I have you to thank, you know. I know this probably isn’t what you imagined for me. I know you always wanted to keep me safe. But when I decided on this, I thought I’d have to fight you on it, that I’d have to fight both of you. Instead you both just… supported me. I know that can’t have always been easy.”

                “Loving you, supporting you? Easiest thing we’ve ever done in our lives. Trust me. Stopping ourselves from protecting you, wrapping you in bubble wrap and stopping you from making mistakes… that’s been the hardest, especially when it was in direct conflict with the first. You’re happy. Do you know how happy that makes me?”

                “Really happy?” Bradley jokes, although he knows it’s going to miss the mark, the expression on Mav’s face far too serious. Apparently they’re having this heart-to-heart, out here in the middle of tussocky almost desert.

                “I mean, it does but also… I could die tomorrow and would feel content that I had done the best job I could. That we could. We knew we would never replace your dad, never wanted to. But we’ve always wanted to be there for you.”

                He doesn’t say anything, just grabs for him and hugs tight. Mav doesn’t mention his dad very often, and Bradley’s pretty sure there’s shit there he’s likely never dealt with, is aware that Mav has nightmares but has never asked about them and realizes in that moment that he might in fact have nightmares about Bradley himself. Fuck. He hugs him tight again.

                “You’ve done a great job Mav, you and Ice have both done a great job.”

                “Well, you know Ice. He can’t be anything but excellent at everything he does.”

                Bradley laughs, and the moment eases from the somberness back to their usual banter but he gives Ice an extra tight hug when they pick him up from the hangar and he just laughs at the quirked eyebrow he gets in response.

…             …             …

>>You have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself?

                Bradley stares down at the message. It’s from the contact number he has marked for Jake Seresin but there’s just the other message he never responded to and now this. He’s on the other side of the country, hell, he went on a fucking date two nights ago… and now he’s staring at his phone and wondering what the fuck is going on. First off he needs to make sure this is actually Jake.

>>Jake?

>>Yep. Thought I better show you that I can be professional before I started talking about how I love watching you walk. Your legs are fucking gorgeous, want to get my hands all over them.

                He swallows, skin feeling tight and hot from a single fucking message and okay, he hadn’t been reading things wrong, Jake clearly just felt like he needed to prove something. He

>>I’d let you.

>>Got to get myself to North Island first. I want to date you.

                Oh. He hadn’t been expecting that. Hadn’t expected Jake Seresin to challenge him, to be this persistent, to still want… well, him. It’s been nearly three years since he met him at Top Gun, about two weeks since he saw him in Corpus Christi… He’d sort of thought Jake would pass him by, had been okay with that.

                Before.

                Hadn’t ever seriously thought he’d be in this position. This guy has either being playing a long game, or he’s definitely more interested in Bradley than Bradley ever though.

                So.

                Now?

                He doesn’t know. Doesn’t want to let him pass him by at the very least. Not without at least trying.

                The sound of laughter has him looking up, Mav giggling because he’s just provoked Ice enough into rapping him across the knuckles while cooking dinner. Fuck. He realizes then that for Jake his tiny little family could be a deal breaker. Ice the recently promoted COMPACFLT, Mav a captain, both of them pretty legendary and intimidating apparently. Never to him of course, but to someone else in the service… he doesn’t know. Jake could take one look at his family and just… turn around and walk away. Jake’s waited this long though, but it feels weird now, having Jake not know this part of his background when he already knows so much else.

                He wants to tell him, in person, so he can read his reaction. He’ll be seeing him in five months. If he’s serious about dating then they’re always going to have periods of time apart…

>>You have anything again long-distance dating?

>>Just the inability to touch. You letting up on the whole North Island thing?

>>Yeah. Think I am.

PART 7

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Dreaming Reality

cw: Darkrai Cyrus, pokemkn hybrid au, slightly possessive Cyrus (very subtle)

pairing: Cyrus/Reader

Newmoon Island was desolate. Mostly rocky with only a small area of greenery that held a grotto inside it. You found it difficult at times to call it home. There were no pokemon that lived on the island, excluding a specific one. The nearest store required a long boat ride back to the main land. Then you needed to fret over what to bring with you. It was always messy.

Your home had become something more… functional than the tent you had originally pitched on it. The pain of hiring contractors to build out here remained fresh on your mind, especially with local rumours making it harder. Though, they absolutely did not have to worry about the nightmare being doing anything to them. He was too busy hiding in said grotto from earlier to avoid all of them. Fascinatingly, that was the first time you saw him express any form of jealousy, too, as he had wanted you to hide with him in the shade of the trees.

The next time came when you decided that more supplies were needed to live somewhat comfortably again. Heading out to meet the boat after scheduling for a pickup, you had watched the Darkrai's face shift from the area of the small cabin that he had claimed. “You are leaving again?” Cyrus's voice was strange, hypnotic – It was something impossibly calming and deep. You feared that if you listened too long, you would fall into slumber while doing something. He walked towards you, eerie shadows seemingly swirling as he moved.

“I'm running low on some bathroom essentials,” you mumbled, trying to fight the odd stupor that had begun to claim your mind. How much you had slept since coming to this island would likely concern any doctor, but such was the fate of being Darkrai's lover, you supposed. At least the dreams you had were often pleasant and comforting. Any nightmares ended quickly, and you found yourself being comforted by Cyrus when they happened.

“Do you truly need them?” his voice sounder like it was coming from everywhere as he grasped your hand and brought it to his lips, “Just stay here… I don't want to give you back to them right now…” You wanted to argue back, but the familiarity of his words sent shivers down your spine. The room around you seemed to suddenly fade to a complete void as you felt alone and terrified. Confusion rushed through your mind. Had you not been awake? Where was this?

You did not dare move.

Arms softly came around you from the darkness behind to gently embrace you.

“Beloved…” you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear, “Awaken.”

You shot awake in your bed, taken aback from the sheer lack of light in the room.

“Cyrus…” you whined, turning to see the man in bed beside you, “… Can't you just cuddle me here instead of messing with my dreams? You made me think I was out of toilet paper.”

He stared at you before clicking his tongue. “… I find it easier to express myself there… I apologise,” the blue-haired man sounded genuine. A hand came to grasp yours. He was being affectionate, something unfortunately uncommon. “Your mind is a comforting place for me to be…” he mumbled while leaning you back down against the sheets, “It's easy for me to lose myself there… Perhaps you hold a perfect world inside your mind…”

You suddenly grabbed his hand tighter than he held your own. It truly had become harder to distinguish reality from dreams. Only one thing was glaringly obvious, and it was Cyrus. No matter the place you were, he was always present in some form. Quite different from his initial reaction to you moving onto his island and deciding to keep him company. “That's almost sweet of you to say, Cy,” you told him sweetly, “… But I do need to be awake for things, too. How am I supposed to eat like that?”

“Do not be foolish,” his voice was strong as he spoke, “I allow you more than enough conscious periods to tend to your human needs. I don't want you to perish.” You sighed. The offence was clear on his face at the thought that he would allow harm to befall you from his actions. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you then pulled away to stretch and get up from bed.

“Well, I'm going to the mainland for a while, for real this time,” you told him, “… I'll be back, you know. I live here and love to see my cute Cy working away on his projects in his little area.” The Darkrai almost looked more upset by those words than he did by your previous ones.

“I am not cute.”

“Oh, but you haven't seen your focused face. When you figure something out, you smile a little.”

The dark-type felt mortified endlessly by how you viewed him. It definitely bought you time to get away, though.

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I know you'll probably have some fun stories to tell with 14 and 19 for the fic writer asks!

Hallooo!

14. where do you get your inspiration?

All over! I get some atmospheric inspiration from places I've been (there is an IRL doohm rock reference from mercaleb, as you know), tidbits and themes from life experiences I want to explore from various angles, themes from canon that leave room for more exploration, idle daydreams, whatever other media I'm watching and go "hmmm what if I put a blorbo in that situation". Sometimes it's escapism and sometimes it's reflection and sometimes it's both. Other creators inspire me (like you!) with beautiful writing and art that makes a thriving fandom ecosystem. I've written snippets for art and drawn art for others' writing, circle of life, etc. I love great art prompts from followers when I'm doing doodles (thank you to everyone who has ever sent one!). Sometimes my inspiration for any creation is just "hehe wouldn't it be SO stupid if I just-" and then I do. Highly recommend.

19. the most interesting topic you've researched for a fic

It's gotta be everything volcanically related for Volcaleb. All the materials I watched and read for that were interesting, whether or not they made a reference in the fic. I watched videos of scientists who simulated lava flows with their own materials melted in a massive drum & poured down concrete slopes. Lots of folks hiking around active lava flows in a variety of heat gear, taking samples. Drone footage over active fantastical eruptions. Stumbled on a really unfortunate series of AI images of "people eating lava" (do not recommend). Timelapse footage of slow-moving pahoehoe which has this fascinating chrome color to the cooling surface in some lights. There was one 20min Youtube video about contractors in Hawaii talking about how it was dangerous to move construction equipment in some areas of the islands because you could unexpectedly have a big hollow chamber somewhere under you at any time and the weight of the machinery could collapse the whole thing. I watched the whole thing and used none of it lol. I learned about long-term land use recommendations as official documents in areas where geological variables are at play - this actually did get a mention! Anyway, volcanoes and lava are cool (heh).

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Can a Sunroom Be Used as a Kitchen?

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Why Would Anyone Want a Kitchen in a Sunroom?

Sunrooms aren’t just for lounging with a good book. Homeowners are getting creative with their spaces, and converting a sunroom into a kitchen comes with a few tempting perks:

More Natural Light: No need to flip on the lights every time you chop an onion. Sunrooms provide an abundance of natural light, making cooking more enjoyable.

Better Ventilation: Cooking smells? Smoke? Just open up those big windows.

Scenic Views: Whether it’s a backyard garden or a snowy winter wonderland, a sunroom-turned-kitchen keeps you connected to nature.

Extra Space: Need a bigger kitchen without a full-on home addition? A sunroom might be your answer.

And let’s be real—having a kitchen with floor-to-ceiling windows sounds pretty amazing. But it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. There are some serious considerations to think about.

Challenges of Using a Sunroom as a Kitchen

As dreamy as it sounds, converting a sunroom into a functional kitchen isn’t as simple as rolling in a stove and fridge. There are a few hurdles to clear:

Temperature Control

Sunrooms can get blazing hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter—hardly the ideal environment for cooking or food storage. You’ll likely need:

Insulated windows (double or triple-pane glass)

A good HVAC system (mini-split AC or radiant floor heating)

Proper ventilation to prevent overheating

If you live in South Bend, you know how extreme the seasons can get, so climate control is a big deal.

Plumbing & Electrical Work

A fully functional kitchen needs water, power, and gas—none of which are typically built into a sunroom. That means you’ll need to:

Extend plumbing lines for a sink and dishwasher

Add electrical outlets (a fridge, oven, and small appliances all need power)

Consider gas lines if you want a gas stove

Depending on your sunroom’s current setup, these upgrades could be straightforward or expensive.

Flooring Choices Matter

Sunrooms often have tile or concrete flooring, which works well in a kitchen. But if yours has carpet or hardwood, you’ll need something water-resistant and durable—think:

Porcelain or ceramic tiles (easy to clean, but cold in winter)

Vinyl or luxury vinyl plank (waterproof and softer underfoot)

Sealed concrete (modern but can feel industrial)

The key is finding something that can handle spills, heat, and high foot traffic.

What About Permits & Building Codes?

Before you start ripping out walls or installing appliances, check with local building codes in South Bend. Some important things to consider:

Permits may be required for electrical, plumbing, and structural changes.

Zoning regulations might affect what you can do with a sunroom.

Inspections may be needed if you're adding gas lines or making significant modifications.

It’s worth consulting a contractor or the Screenmobile of South Bend to make sure your renovation meets local requirements.

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If you’re set on making this work, a little planning goes a long way. Here’s how to design a sunroom kitchen that’s both practical and stylish.

Focus on a Functional Layout

You want a layout that flows well while making the most of the natural light. A few smart ideas:

L-Shaped Layout: Keeps everything along two walls, leaving space for a small dining area.

Galley Kitchen: Ideal for narrow sunrooms, placing cabinets and appliances along opposite walls.

Island or Peninsula: Great for extra prep space and casual dining.

If your sunroom isn’t huge, a compact or modular kitchen setup might be your best bet.

Choose Heat-Resistant Materials

Because a sunroom is more exposed to sunlight, materials need to hold up against heat and humidity. Some good choices:

Quartz countertops (won’t fade in direct sunlight)

Stainless steel appliances (durable and easy to clean)

UV-resistant cabinetry (to prevent warping and discoloration)

Install Proper Ventilation

A sunroom with a stove or oven needs good airflow to keep things from getting unbearably hot. Solutions include:

Ceiling fans to circulate air

Range hoods to vent out cooking fumes

Retractable windows for a natural breeze

Proper ventilation will keep your kitchen comfortable and fresh, even in summer.

Should You Do It?

So, can a sunroom be used as a kitchen? Absolutely—but with the right planning. If you're up for the challenge, the end result could be a stunning, light-filled space perfect for cooking, dining, and entertaining.

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This guide contains the common mistakes people encounter during a kitchen makeover project and how to steer clear of them.

Ignoring the Importance of a Well-Planned Layout

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Underestimating the Budget

Financial planning is a crucial step, yet many people fail to allocate sufficient funds for their projects. Costs often exceed initial estimates due to unexpected structural issues, price changes in materials, or last-minute modifications. Setting a realistic budget with a contingency fund of at least 15-20% for unforeseen expenses is advisable. Getting multiple quotes from contractors and suppliers will also help in making informed financial decisions and ensuring that costs stay within manageable limits.

Skipping Proper Ventilation

Good airflow is often overlooked during upgrades, but it is essential for maintaining a fresh and comfortable environment. Insufficient ventilation can lead to lingering odours, excessive moisture buildup, and even mould growth over time. Investing in a high-quality exhaust system or range hood helps to circulate air and remove excess heat, preventing issues that could compromise the longevity of materials and appliances. Checking air ducts and ensuring proper airflow can make a significant difference in maintaining a healthy indoor atmosphere.

Overlooking Lighting Needs

Lighting plays a critical role in enhancing both ambience and functionality. Many homeowners make the mistake of relying solely on overhead lights, which can create harsh shadows and uneven illumination. Incorporating a combination of task, ambient, and accent lighting ensures that work areas are well-lit while also contributing to a warm and inviting atmosphere. LED strip lighting under cabinets, pendant lights above countertops, and dimmable fixtures provide flexibility and enhance visibility in different areas of the space.

Choosing Aesthetics Over Functionality

While it’s tempting to prioritise visual appeal, functionality should always come first. Shiny new fixtures and trendy aesthetics can be enticing, but if they don’t serve a practical purpose, they might cause long-term inconvenience. For example, installing oversized islands or choosing cabinets without sufficient storage capacity can lead to impractical living conditions. Prioritising ergonomic designs and durable materials will ensure the space remains both stylish and practical over time.

Selecting the Wrong Materials

Using subpar or inappropriate materials can lead to faster wear and tear, ultimately increasing maintenance costs. Surfaces that are not resistant to moisture, heat, or heavy usage will deteriorate more quickly than durable alternatives. It’s important to choose high-quality countertops, cabinets, and flooring that can withstand daily use. Additionally, considering easy-to-clean surfaces will help in maintaining cleanliness with minimal effort. Conducting thorough research or seeking expert advice before purchasing materials ensures longevity and sustainability.

Attempting a DIY Approach Without the Right Skills

While tackling home improvement projects without professional help might seem like a cost-saving approach, it can sometimes lead to costly mistakes. Tasks such as plumbing, electrical work, and structural modifications require expertise to ensure safety and compliance with regulations. A poorly executed renovation can result in improper installations, water damage, or even safety hazards. If professional assistance is beyond the budget, at least consulting with experienced individuals or taking certified courses can help in achieving better results.

A home upgrade should be a rewarding experience rather than a stressful one. By being mindful of the common mistakes in this article, homeowners can ensure a smoother process with better results. Thorough planning, proper budgeting, selecting the right materials, and seeking professional guidance when necessary all contribute to a successful transformation. Avoiding these pitfalls not only enhances functionality and aesthetics but also ensures long-term satisfaction and value. Whether you’re making minor adjustments or undertaking a full remodel, informed decisions will always lead to the best outcomes.

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Market Challenges

Despite its growth, the heat-reflecting paints market faces several challenges. One of the major inhibitors to market expansion is the higher cost of heat-reflecting paints compared to traditional paints. The advanced technology and high-quality raw materials required to produce reflective coatings can make heat-reflecting paints more expensive. This cost disparity can deter some consumers, particularly in emerging markets, from opting for these products, especially in cost-sensitive construction and renovation projects.

Additionally, the effectiveness of heat-reflecting paints can be influenced by factors such as local climate conditions, the quality of the paint, and the type of surface on which the paint is applied. While these paints are highly effective in hot climates where cooling systems are essential, their benefits in colder regions with milder temperatures may be less significant, which limits the geographic applicability of these products.

Another challenge is the lack of awareness about the long-term benefits of heat-reflecting paints among consumers and businesses. Many individuals and contractors still prefer traditional paints and materials that have been in use for decades. There is a need for increased education and outreach to highlight the advantages of heat-reflecting paints, such as reduced energy costs and their role in mitigating climate change.

Market Trends

Several key trends are shaping the heat-reflecting paints market. One notable trend is the increasing use of cool roof technologies in both residential and commercial construction. Cool roofing, which incorporates heat-reflecting materials, is becoming a preferred choice for new buildings and retrofitting projects. This is especially true in regions experiencing extreme heat, where the demand for energy-efficient solutions is particularly high.

Another trend is the rise of eco-friendly and sustainable formulations. Many manufacturers are focusing on developing paints with low volatile organic compound (VOC) content, non-toxic ingredients, and environmentally friendly materials. This shift aligns with global sustainability initiatives and regulations aimed at reducing harmful emissions and promoting greener products.

Furthermore, advancements in product innovation are contributing to the market’s growth. Manufacturers are exploring the use of advanced materials, such as nanotechnology, to improve the performance of heat-reflecting paints. These innovations aim to enhance the reflectivity of paints, increase their durability, and improve their overall effectiveness.

Regional Insights

Geographically, the heat-reflecting paints market is witnessing significant growth in North America and Europe due to stringent environmental regulations and the widespread adoption of energy-efficient building practices. The United States and several European countries are leading the charge in terms of energy-efficient construction, which is driving demand for heat-reflecting coatings.

In emerging markets like Asia-Pacific, Latin America, and the Middle East, the demand for heat-reflecting paints is gradually increasing. These regions are experiencing rapid urbanization, increased infrastructure development, and rising temperatures, all of which contribute to the growing need for energy-efficient solutions. However, the high cost of heat-reflecting paints remains a barrier to widespread adoption in these regions.

Future Outlook

The heat-reflecting paints market is poised for continued growth in the coming years. The ongoing push for energy efficiency, sustainability, and climate change mitigation will fuel demand for heat-reflecting coatings, especially in urban areas. As technology improves and the cost of production decreases, these products are expected to become more accessible to a broader range of consumers. In addition, as governments and businesses prioritize environmental initiatives, heat-reflecting paints will play a crucial role in achieving energy-saving goals and creating more sustainable built environments.

The future of the market also looks promising with increasing regulatory support and incentives for energy-efficient construction, as well as innovations in product formulations. The integration of new technologies, such as nanotechnology, will further enhance the performance of heat-reflecting paints, making them an even more attractive option for reducing energy consumption and promoting sustainability.

Conclusion

The heat-reflecting paints market is set for substantial growth, driven by demand for energy-efficient and sustainable solutions in the face of climate change. While challenges such as cost barriers and awareness gaps exist, the ongoing innovations and regulatory support provide a strong foundation for continued market expansion. The trend towards eco-friendly construction and energy-saving technologies will only strengthen the position of heat-reflecting paints in the global market, making them a key component of the building materials industry in the future.

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I cut the sandwich in half, the warm bread giving way with a satisfying crunch, and placed it on a plate. I dumped a sizable amount of Kettle Chips between the halves.

This is it, I thought, stomach flipping.

I picked up the plate, turned around, and nearly yowled when I saw that Chip was standing much closer than before, watching me with an almost predatory interest. His blue eyes flicked down to the sandwich, then back to my face.

"That for me?" he asked, his lips twitching into a playful smirk.

"Well, I made it for my other ridiculously handsome contractor, but I guess you can have it," I shot back, mirroring his smirk as I handed him the plate.

Chip laughed, a heavy, rich sound that sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. He took the plate, nodding his approval before glancing back at me with a quizzical grin.

"You know," he mused, "if you cook like this all the time, I just might have to stick around. "

"Well," I managed, forcing a nonchalant shrug, "guess I'll just have to keep feeding you then. "

His grin widened, slow and knowing. "Guess so."

As he lifted the sandwich to his mouth, watching me like he knew exactly what he was doing to my nervous system, I realized something --

I was in so much trouble.

He sank his teeth in and took a big bite. A moment later, a deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.

I bit my lip. Hard.

"Good?" I asked, attempting to stay cool.

"That," he said, pointing at me with the sandwich, "might be the best damn thing I've ever eaten."

I preened under the praise, leaning against the counter with an easy smile. "I did warn you."

Chip took another massive bite and -- there it was again -- that sound. A low, sinful, appreciative moan.

I cleared my throat, yanked open the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of cherry-lime soda, removing the cap before sliding it his way. "Here. This will amplify those noises you're making."

He picked it up, studying the label before grinning. "Locally crafted. Fancy."

"Only the best," I quipped.

He tipped it back, took a long swig, and exhaled like he'd just finished a grueling day of labor.

"Hell, that's good. You know what you're doing. "

"Try to keep up, tough guy," I teased, crossing my arms. "I've got plans to make this kitchen at least twice the size. "

Chip, who had devoured half the sandwich in record time, paused just long enough to arch a brow. "Oh, yeah?"

I nodded. "Way too small. I want something grand, Victorian-inspired, maybe with an add-on for a huge walk-in pantry."

He popped the last bite in his mouth, chewed like a man on a mission, and wiped his hands on a dish towel before stepping away from the counter.

"Alright," he declared, clapping his hands together. "Let me see."

He was already marching around the space like he owned it, sizing things up, fingers tapping against his biceps. "You got support beams here?" he asked, pointing toward the ceiling.

"Uh, yeah," I was fawning in the presence of his raw, masculine energy.

"Load-bearing wall there?"

"Pretty sure..."

"Alright, so you wanna open this up right?" He gestured in a wide arc, then strode to the back door and rattled the frame like he was testing its integrity. "Could push this back a good twenty, maybe twenty-five feet if we reinforce the exterior joists. You thinking center island? Butcher block? Custom cabinetry?"

I folded my arms and smiled. "You do realize you just inhaled an enormous sandwich in under three minutes, right?"

Chip turned, looking pleased with himself. "Damn good sandwich. Got my brain firing on all cylinders."

I cracked my knuckles, my grin growing wider. "OK, big shot, tell me more."

He stalked forward, confidence in every step. "If we're going Victorian-inspired, you're gonna want detailed millwork -- none of that cheap, factory-cut nonsense. Real corbels, custom wood trim. You want crown molding?"

"Obviously. "

He nodded approvingly. "Good. Ceiling height?"

"As high as we can go."

A wolf is grin spread across his face. "Attaboy."

I felt the heat climb my neck but managed to keep my cool as he paced the room again, deep in thought. "Pantry's gonna need a rolling ladder," he mused, half to himself. "No point in a big pantry if you can't reach the good stuff."

"Yes! Exactly what I was thinking."

Chip shot me a look like I'd just said the magic words. "You know," he considered me, stepping closer. "I like how you think."

"You better," I taunted. "I'm the one feeding you."

His eyes flicked down to my lips, just for a second. But it was enough.

I gulped as quietly as I could, forcing my expression to remain playful. "So, are you just here to talk shop, or are you gonna help me make this happen?"

Chip grinned, slow and sure. "That depends."

"On what?" I tilted my head affectionately.

His voice dropped just slightly, spirited but firm. "How well you keep feeding me."

I exhaled a laugh, shaking my head. "I'm in so much trouble, aren’t I?"

Chip opened the fridge and popped the cap off another cherry-lime soda as I prepared to present his next snack. He glared at me, took a swig, and winked. "Oh, big trouble, sweetheart."

I was cutting a loaf of bread in half and paused, mid-slice, the knife hovering just slightly, as the word 'sweetheart' rolled off Chip's tongue.

I wasn't expecting that. Not from Chip. Not in that tone. It wasn't teasing, exactly. More like it had escaped his lips before he could stop it.

Chip, realizing his slip, shifted his weight from one foot to the other and gruffly cleared his throat. "I uh..." He ran a hand over the back of his neck, suddenly looking like a man who'd walked himself into a corner. "I blame it on the food," he finally said, straightening and recovering with a lopsided grin. "Keep cooking like this and you'll have me wrapped around your finger."

I huffed a laugh, rolling my shoulders as I lifted the tray of fritters. "Dangerous words to say to a man who loves a challenge." I held the tray out. "Here. Bourbon cherry fritters. Just made 'em."

Chip eyed the plate, then me, then the plate again before reaching for one of the golden, sugar-dusted pastries. He took a bite, his eyes half-closing as the flavors hit him -- warm dough, rich, bourbon-soaked cherries, just the right amount of crisp at the edges. He released a long groan.

"Holy hell," he muttered, licking a bit of sugar from his thumb. "You tryin' to ruin me?"

I smirked, breaking off a smaller piece of fritter and popping it in my mouth. "Maybe a little."

Chip polished off the first fritter in two more bites, already reaching for another. "This kitchen expansion, " he said between mouthfuls, "you thinking classic Victorian? Heavy woodwork, antique brass fixtures? Or are you just calling it Victorian and planning on something more modern?"

I leaned back against the counter, watching him with more interest. "I want authenticity. Stained-glass cabinet doors, a massive farmhouse sink, and rich, dark wood everywhere. Not too gloomy, though. I want warmth, a space that feels like an invitation. I want a lounge area to be incorporated into the kitchen, like a space where people want to be."

Chip nodded approvingly, already envisioning it. "That's gonna take a hell of a lot of work, but it's doable. You got a layout in mind?"

"I have some sketches," I admitted. "But I'm not set on anything. I'd rather get input from someone who actually builds things."

Chip smirked. "That's me." He finished his second fritter. "Damn good pastry, sweetheart."

There it was again. Sweetheart.

This time, I didn't react outwardly. But something about the way he said it, like he was testing the word, trying to decide if he could get away with it, sent a warm thrill down my spine right to my quivering hole.

"I bet you have a hell of a crew."

"They're great," Chip puffed up his chest a little. "Best in the business."

"Well," I said smoothly, stepping closer and letting my voice drop an octave. "You tell those roughneck studs of yours that they're about to be spoiled rotten. I'm talking elaborate meals, barbecuing, snacks on demand, coffee always fresh, and whatever the hell else they want."

Chip raised a brow, clearly intrigued. "You serious?"

"Absolutely," I spread my arms wide. "I love cooking for men who work hard. Something about making sure they're well-fed just feels right to me." I leaned in slightly, just enough to let the words hang between us before adding. "Especially Alpha-Males."

Chip's smile was slow and knowing as he crossed his arms over his hefty chest. "That what you think I am?"

My lips quirked. "I know that's what you are."

Chip exhaled sharply through his nose, nodding once like he was claiming the title. "Damn right."

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The Challenges of Cabinet Installation in Hawaii’s Humid Climate

Living in Hawaii is a dream for many, with its stunning beaches, vibrant culture, and year-round warm weather. However, homeowners and contractors alike know that the islands’ tropical climate presents unique challenges—especially when it comes to cabinet installation. High humidity, salty air, and fluctuating temperatures can create issues that impact the durability and aesthetics of cabinetry. If you’re considering new cabinets in your Hawaiian home, understanding these challenges and how to address them is crucial.

1. The Humidity Factor

Hawaii’s humid environment is one of its most defining characteristics, but it can wreak havoc on wood-based products like cabinets. Excess moisture in the air can cause wood to swell, warp, or even develop mold over time. This is particularly problematic in kitchens and bathrooms, where additional moisture from cooking and showers compounds the issue.

To combat this, choosing materials that are resistant to humidity is essential. Solid wood, while beautiful, is often prone to expansion and contraction. Alternatives like high-quality plywood, medium-density fiberboard (MDF) with a durable finish, or even thermofoil can offer better long-term performance. Additionally, ensuring proper ventilation in these spaces can help reduce moisture buildup.

2. Salt Air and Corrosion

If you live near the coast, salt air is another factor to consider. Salt particles in the air can corrode cabinet hardware, including hinges, handles, and drawer slides. Over time, this can lead to functional and aesthetic issues.

Opting for corrosion-resistant hardware, such as stainless steel or marine-grade metals, is a smart investment. Regular maintenance, such as wiping down surfaces and applying protective coatings, can also prolong the life of your cabinets and hardware.

3. Temperature Fluctuations

While Hawaii’s temperatures are relatively stable, they can vary slightly between day and night, especially in areas at higher elevations. This fluctuation, combined with humidity, can cause cabinets to expand and contract. Over time, this might lead to gaps, cracks, or misalignments.

Using materials engineered to withstand these changes is critical. Laminates and veneers with moisture-resistant adhesives often perform better in Hawaii’s climate compared to untreated wood.

4. Preventing Mold and Mildew

The combination of heat and humidity creates an ideal environment for mold and mildew growth. Cabinets installed in poorly ventilated areas, such as under sinks or in closed-off kitchens, are particularly at risk.

To prevent this, consider incorporating moisture barriers and sealants during installation. Additionally, installing cabinets with adequate airflow—like those with mesh or lattice panels—can help reduce the likelihood of mold growth.

5. Installation Challenges

The climate isn’t the only hurdle; finding a reliable contractor who understands Hawaii’s unique conditions is another challenge. Improper installation can exacerbate the effects of humidity and lead to premature wear and tear.

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Revamp Your Home with Expert Remodeling Services in OKC

If your current home no longer suits your lifestyle or aesthetic preferences, home remodeling offers the perfect solution to transform your living space. Whether you’re looking to update your kitchen, create a spa-like bathroom, or open up your floor plan, expert remodeling services can breathe new life into your home while adding value and functionality.

Here’s everything you need to know about remodeling your home in Oklahoma City and why professional expertise is key to a successful project.

Why Invest in Home Remodeling in OKC?

Home remodeling offers more than just aesthetic upgrades—it can improve your quality of life, enhance energy efficiency, and boost your property value. For homeowners in Oklahoma City, a professional remodel can:

Modernize Outdated Spaces: Transform dated interiors with fresh designs, new materials, and contemporary features.

Add Functionality: Reimagine underutilized areas to suit your family’s current needs.

Increase Home Value: A well-executed remodel can significantly raise resale value, attracting future buyers.

Improve Energy Efficiency: Upgrades like new windows, insulation, and appliances can reduce energy bills.

With home remodeling in OKC, you don’t need to move to get the home of your dreams—expert remodelers can transform your existing space into something extraordinary.

Popular Home Remodeling Projects

Whether you’re tackling a full-home remodel or upgrading a specific room, these are some of the most impactful projects to consider:

1. Kitchen Remodeling

The kitchen is often the heart of the home, and a remodel can dramatically improve its functionality and appeal. Popular upgrades include:

Custom cabinetry for better storage.

Kitchen islands with seating and added prep space.

High-end countertops like quartz or granite.

Energy-efficient appliances for modern convenience.

A kitchen remodel not only enhances your cooking experience but also increases your home’s value significantly.

2. Bathroom Remodeling

Turn your bathroom into a luxurious retreat with spa-like features such as:

Walk-in showers with rainfall heads.

Freestanding soaking tubs.

Heated flooring and towel racks.

Custom vanities with premium finishes.

Upgrading bathrooms is one of the most popular OKC home remodeling projects because of its high return on investment and impact on daily comfort.

3. Open-Concept Living Spaces

Many homeowners are opting for open-concept layouts that create a spacious and airy feel. Removing walls can seamlessly connect your kitchen, dining, and living areas, improving flow and creating the perfect space for entertaining.

4. Home Additions

If your home feels too small, adding extra square footage can be the solution. Common additions include:

Master suite expansions.

Home offices or gyms.

Sunrooms or covered patios for indoor-outdoor living.

Expert remodelers ensure any new space blends seamlessly with the existing architecture.

Benefits of Hiring Professional Remodelers

While DIY remodeling may seem tempting, professional services for home remodeling in OKC offer unmatched expertise and efficiency. Here’s why hiring experienced contractors is the best choice:

Expert Design Guidance: Professionals can help you maximize your space, stay on trend, and design a layout that suits your needs.

Quality Craftsmanship: Skilled remodelers ensure precise work using high-quality materials for long-lasting results.

Time and Cost Savings: Contractors streamline the remodeling process, reducing delays and costly mistakes.

Permits and Regulations: Experts are familiar with Oklahoma City’s building codes, ensuring your remodel meets all local requirements.

Companies like McGregor Homes bring years of experience to every project, ensuring seamless execution from start to finish.

Key Steps in the Home Remodeling Process

Understanding the remodeling process helps ensure a stress-free experience. Here’s a breakdown of what to expect:

Consultation and Planning:

Discuss your goals, budget, and vision with your remodeler.

Collaborate on design ideas, layout options, and materials.

Design Approval:

Your remodeler will create a plan that meets your requirements and aligns with your home’s architecture.

Construction and Renovation:

This phase involves demolition, structural changes, installations, and finishing touches.

Professional remodelers will minimize disruptions and keep the project on schedule.

Final Walkthrough:

A detailed review ensures every aspect of your remodel is complete and exceeds your expectations.

Transform Your Home with McGregor Homes

When it comes to home remodeling in OKC, partnering with experienced professionals like McGregor Homes ensures superior craftsmanship and stunning results. Whether you’re remodeling a single room or your entire house, their team brings the expertise needed to deliver a seamless, stress-free experience.

From concept to completion, McGregor Homes focuses on turning your vision into reality. Explore how they can revamp your home and enhance your living spaces by visiting their website.

Why Now is the Perfect Time to Remodel

If you’ve been putting off a remodel, now is the perfect time to start. With rising property values and increasing demand for modern features, remodeling can provide both immediate enjoyment and long-term financial benefits.

Upgrading your home with home remodeling in OKC allows you to:

Personalize your living spaces to fit your lifestyle.

Fix functional issues and improve daily convenience.

Stay competitive in the real estate market with a modernized home.

Get Started on Your Dream Remodel Today

Ready to transform your home? Whether you’re reimagining your kitchen, upgrading bathrooms, or expanding your living space, professional remodeling can make all the difference. Partner with trusted experts like McGregor Homes to ensure exceptional quality, efficiency, and results you’ll love for years to come.

Visit McGregor Homes today to learn more about their expert remodeling services and start planning your dream project.