Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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he returned the odd gesture, an odd smile flitting to his lips. ashton was refreshing, his language interesting, and the gentle light of his green eyes was at once both intriguing and alluring. with an amused smile to himself as he turned, lasher wondered if he was doomed to a lust for emerald gazes, and he mused upon this as he set the quick trot for home.