"I mean, it might make for better sex, if we irritate each other a bit." I shrugged, finally saying the word out loud. He was considering it. Not only considering it, but by the look on his face, was wholly convinced. But something was holding him back. I threw the box back to him, and he caught it. "There could be rules." I shrugged, holding my hands behind my back, and moving closer to him now; our bodies getting dangerously close. "There should be." He agreed. - When Jess Weber was freed from the prison infirmary, she wholeheartedly needed a distraction. And what better distraction than a crossbow-wielding hunter carved in the image of a god? Albeit, an irritating one. The rules were simple: 1. Just sex, no feelings. 2. No one could find out. 3. The vest stays on. 4. No kissing. 5. It was a one-time thing. But as the rules start to crumble around them, Jess and Daryl slowly realize that maybe, just maybe... some rules were meant to be broken.
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