Forbidden // (Scömìche) ON HIATUS

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Hi everybody, I am sorry for my 2 days delay, I am sick. I was sleeping most of the time, but here you are. I will probably write another chapter for you tomorrow and then we will be back on Thursday weekly schedule.

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Scott's POV:

"Am I good to go?"

The doctor nodded and replied: "We don't have a reason to hold you here. I am sure, that you are able to take care about yourself right now. I will recommend to be careful, relax and don't stress too much."

Stress? What kind of stress is he talking about? I have the best live ever, right? Without Tina, without Mitch, without hope... Just fucking perfect fairytale.

I made the best of my fake smiles and replied: "Of course, doctor. I'll come immediately, if I will feel bad. Thank you for your care."

"I hope to not see you any time soon, Mr. Hoying. Just between two of us - I'm a huge fan of Longhorns, so I hope you will be literally back in the game for the next match."

"Well, I'll do my best, Mr. Goldschmidt. I'm glad that I missed just one game so far. Please be my guest on next match, here is my business card and just tell the doorman your surname and there will be 2 tickets for free ready for you."

"That is so kind of you! I will gladly come... I'm so sorry, but I really have to go to see another patient. See you on Saturday! Goodbye."

"I will be there. Goodbye."

He started to walk away.

"Hmm. Mr. Goldschmidt? May I ask you?"

"Yes?"

"Could you tell me Mr. Grassi's room number?"

He raised his eyebrow to a nurse alongside. She looked in her papers and replied: "Mr. Grassi is healthy and left this morning."

"Oh. Thank you." I murmured, suddenly felt much worse than before.

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Mitch's POV:

I came home and threw myself on the bed. I missed my comfy bed so much! I was just killing the time, rolling from one side to another and felt so warm and safe.

I finally stood up and went to the closet to find some more cuddly cloths. When I opened it, my mood dropped literally down to Australia. I was staring at the harness and I felt a weird feeling in my stomach... And not only stomach...

I grabbed it only with my two fingers, as it can burn a hole to my skin and wanted to throw it in the trash. In my mind, that is where all those things belong (panties especially).

I stopped on a half way to the bin and I don't know how it is possible, but I stared at it one more time for about 2 minutes...

I changed my direction from bin to the bed and lay the harness there.

My shirt dropped on the floor, as well as my trousers.

I lay on the bed and looked at the mirror on my ceiling. I saw a skinny boy in trunks. Somebody may find my body quite nice. I have muscles, but not those broad ones, just as you pumped them to nice shape big enough to have the strength, but still look "petite".