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“I always thought at some point I’d be the best version of myself and that things would come easier then. But nothing is easy. There is no best self. It’s all just hard work and sweaty, painful practice.”
Riley was convinced the woman was Satan and had been called back to hell for a management emergency.
“I’m saying you’re the kind of girl who makes a guy start thinking about the future.”
“You’re welcome, Elanora. It was my pleasure. Oh no. No. Put your money away. I wouldn’t dream of asking for gas money to run your errands. It’s my honor to pick up your weird friends instead of being here to give my girlfriend moral support for the dog and pony show you’re insisting on parading her in.”
“Did you just—” “I fucked you through the roof. Are you okay?”
“Shifting forward into cobra pose,” she instructed, straddling his ass with her feet and pulling his shoulders up and back into a position he didn’t know he was capable of getting into. “Beautiful extension,” she said.
“You know, it’s nice that you asked this time,” Riley said as they trudged up the glitter-coated stairs of home. “What do you mean?” he asked, dividing his weight between her and the railing. “The last time we almost died, you just moved yourself in without even asking. This shows progress.”
