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How many people simply said what they wanted without battering through the wishes of the other person in the equation?
As much as we’d promised each other the truth, that one he’d shared with me felt an awful lot like dying by a thousand cuts.
“Do you love her enough to be the one to get up and make the coffee?” He smiled, stealing another soft kiss. “Yeah.” “Maybe make a full pot.” His smile grew. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said. I drew back. “What do you mean? Did you magically get extra sleep that I don’t know about?” He shook his head. “No. I just hate coffee.” My mouth fell open. “You… what?” Beckett sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue when he released it. “Don’t drink coffee,” he answered matter-of-factly.
Greer had made it her mission to find a way to make it comfortable for Olive to attend games, so that I’d know I had them both there. She’d researched special headphones that would block out all the noise, but still be comfortable for Olive to wear.