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Little Admirer Chapter 1With a rather loud grunt, Chandler Evans lifted the heaviest, and thankfully, final box
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from the bed of his rusting blue pick-up, releasing another grunt as he maneuvered his way
between the truck and some large flowering bushes. He nearly tripped over the concrete porch
steps that lead up to the door of his new home, which would have left him with a box full of
ceramic puzzle-pieces, but the lanky twenty year old quickly recovered his balance, and
shouldered his way into the front hall.
“Thank God…” he muttered as he stood up from gently setting down the box. With a
glance around himself, he stretched out his back and then shut the front door before taking a left
to the living room. The unpacking could wait an hour or two while he took a break, and possibly
a nap. The drive from San Diego to the small town in southern Oregon had been beautiful, but
incredibly long, and Chandler had earned the rest.
After collapsing onto the short- to him at least- couch, Chandler ru
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I lay back in Neh-then’s hand, trusting Sage Mytar to guide him. After two days, riding in his hands no longer bothered me. Honestly, the sway of his step was comforting, like being rocked as a child. Plus his hands were softer than any man’s I had ever felt. There weren’t many calluses at all, like he’d never held a farming tool in his life. I felt him stop walking and pushed myself up.
“You can put us down now,” the sage called from his other hand. My stomach rose to my throat as Neh-then knelt. Before this feeling had terrified me, now it was thrilling. Neh-then kept me near his chest, but lowered the sage. I rolled over, looking over the edge of his hand. The Minister was right there.
“Neh-then, put me down,” I yelled, looking up at his chin. His eyes flitted to me. Instead of lowering me, his hand rose.
“Neh-then, ground,” I ordered. If the Minister was here, this behavior could lead to trouble