Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

The male's approach goes unnoticed at first, though Winterbourne tenses instinctively; no one has come this near to him with good intentions in a very long time. But the verbal response he receives is unexpectedly soothing, offering something familiar — a name. Evergreen, He repeats slowly, sucking in a sharp breath when the other is suddenly too close, touching him. His lips peel back, teeth exposed in silent warning for a moment before Evergreen's next words register. The expression drops, and he sits. Okay, He says a little belatedly, blinking as he tries to focus on Evergreen.