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My ability to date Leonardo Dicaprio may be dwindling with my twenty-fifth birthday on the horizon, but I am having a blast.
“You’ve been doling out smiles all night, but they aren’t all the same. From what I can see, you have your amused smile, customer service smile, and genuine smile that shines so bright it is as if you can’t keep it off your face.”
Not only is she gorgeous, but her charm and sunny demeanor had even my grumpy ass almost smiling.
“Can I get you anything? Champagne?” “Are body shots on the menu this time?” Morgan chokes on a laugh. “Not on this airline. That’s more of a Spirit thing.”
Clocking his pinched expression, I wonder if I ever found him hot or just craved the attention.
“You’re too much, ninety-nine percent of the time. Too loud, too bright, too perky. You would be the perfect mate if you learn to be more demure, less everything else.”
Morgan, I’d be able to find you in a room filled with a thousand clones.
He isn’t saying anything I haven’t heard in my head.
“Listen closely, you sniveling swine. If you ever touch, call, or even breathe in the same zip code as Morgan again, you’re going to wish you hadn’t. I didn’t live through the dissolution of my country without learning how to make someone disappear without a trace. If you don’t want your family plastering your face on a milk carton, you will never cross my path or hers again. Understand?”
“You are perfect the way you are,” he states firmly. “And I am only sweet to you. If you told the guys or Andre that I was sweet, I am not sure they would believe you.”
“There is a truck over there that serves kolaches. They were my favorite as a child.”
“There are many kinds. It is delicious filling surrounded by pastry. Sweet ones are filled with fruit or cheese and savory with sausage. The savory ones are not as authentic but make for a great breakfast.”
My favorite savory treat at my local doughnut shop!
On one hand, it feels as if I would be cheating on Ralphie. But on the other, for all I know, I am one of the many women he’s keeping on the line until he’s ready to reveal his hockey harem plan. I don’t really think he’s planning a harem, but who can tell?
“My bad. Should I have interrupted your honeymoon to giggle on the phone about it? Want me to add you to my calendar? Then you can see when I go on dates.”
“I apologize if my attempts to be a gentleman didn’t make my intentions clear. Let me do that now.” I push back and tilt her head until we are eye to eye. “I want you. I want this. Officially, exclusively, whatever the fuck I need to say as long as it means you are mine and no one else’s. Do you understand?”
I want all of you all the time.”
If our last kiss was an exploration, this one is a possession.
“If you were wearing a dress,” I say between kisses, “I could finger your sweet little pussy until you came for me. Or I could drop to my knees and let you ride my face.” “That, let’s do that.” “This sexy little number you’re wearing is too tight for that.” “Take it off,” she insists, attempting to push me back and remove the offending garment.
she is a balm to my soul. She’s a lighthouse in a storm, calling out to me and showing me the way home.
“And you were going to fend me off with a picture of you and your brother sitting on what I hope is a consenting Santa’s lap?” He’s broken out into a full grin now.
Your light calls to me and beckons me home. You are mine. And I want you exactly as you are.”
“Can you be a good girl and come on my face?”
“I don’t care if he’s been retired for one hundred and fifty years. When I’m inside you, the only name you’ll wear, think, scream, remember is mine.”
But at the end of the day, I like who I am and how I look. I like me. It’s taken me a long time and generous reassurance from Ralphie to come to that conclusion, but I do.
