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November 23 - November 26, 2024
If it was the real deal, I’m not sure I’d have ever stopped missing her.
“When I dream about you naked, you’re not usually so hobbled, and you’re a lot more enthusiastic about it.”
And I forbid you to add this to your spank bank. Which supposedly involves made-up images of me naked? What the hell’s that about?” “I’d be inclined to judge anyone who doesn’t picture you naked. Have you seen yourself?” He flicks his eyebrows when I only stare. “Now, be a good girl for Doctor Zac, yeah? I’ll make everything feel good.”
“Where would you like me to look?” Fuck looking. I want you to dive in and eat me out so good they hear me in the next town.
“You—” I struggle for the right words. “You’re hitting on me. You realize that, right?” “I’ve been hitting on you all weekend. Thanks for finally noticing.”
“So, unless you’re telling me you go around dry humping all your friends, let me be very clear: you and me? We aren’t friends. Not even close.”
“Just so you’re aware, it’s not required that you preface your feelings by calling yourself names. It’s not your job to keep my ego intact, least of all, by minimizing the way you feel.”
“I’ll be your plaything. I’d wear the title like a badge of honor and eat you out on command.”
“You already have a guy. He’s sitting fucking right here.” I make a show of looking around, but he cuts off the beginnings of my comeback with a pointed, unamused look. “That would be me, you brat.”
Then Brooks gathers her hair, twists it, places it over her shoulder and that’s it. My fucking breaking point. Brooks Attwood is a good guy. Decent-looking. Responsible. A great friend. He’ll be survived by his parents, his sister Josie, and his three-year-old German shepherd named Peter.
She’s that first ray of sunlight after a bad storm. Peeking through the clouds.
You thought that was love? Let me show you what the real thing looks like.
You don’t get to tell me I didn’t love you then and haven’t loved you since.
“You know, I love it when you smile at me. I love it when you leave lip balm everywhere you think I’ll need it. But I really love it when you lose your mind over me. You’re just so good at it.”
Because as long as I have her, my four-leaf clover, we’ll have a lifetime of topping the last moment.
