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“Two words,” he repeated, leaning forward an inch. “Thank and you. Go on, try them out. You can even tack my name on at the end, if you feel like going for extra credit.”
“Glinda, fair warning, the only time I spare a thought to what a woman has on her feet is when she’s got her legs wrapped around me, wearing nothing but those heels as I fuck her into next week.”
“See, I was under the impression you fixed things like… say… cabinets. Old furniture. The occasional leaky pipe.”
“Let me get this straight. For the past two years, you’ve thought I was a handyman?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I pay attention to everything. I’m observant. Comes with the territory.” “As a fixer,”
“You know, if you’d put half as much effort into your yard maintenance as you do your daily outfit selection, you’d have a thriving garden.”
Lmao damn
“Me, Gwendolyn. It has me.”
Awww
“Just because it’s not my fault doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could fix it for you.”
“For the past two years, it’s been pure fucking torture being near you all the time, watching you date dickhead after dickhead — none of them making you happy, none of them even seeing you, the real you, or even bothering all that hard to try. Two fucking years of standing in the shadows. Every boat day, every backyard barbecue. Watching while they touched you like you belonged to them. Trying not to turn fucking feral because they got to taste something that always should’ve been mine.”
