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On principle, I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t like cats, so they’d never be around to judge me anyway.
God bless whatever glute exercises she did at the gym because they were paying off.
One being you need a day or two to cool off, and ten being we need to start drafting a joint custody agreement for Fred.
My breath came out in a rush. He called my cat his son. He bought me a bed for both of us as if he planned on spending a lot of time in it together. When I needed him, he came to me, held me while I cried, helped me work through my issues, and listened without judgment when I confessed to wanting to kill someone.
“Smash. Next question.”
Just hearing that made me feel like I finally had permission to stop hiding, stop bottling everything up and letting myself go numb instead.
Nico threw his hands up and whirled back to the coffee machine. “I’m gonna have to make this all over again in a to-go mug.”
he's so real for that
How dare you impugn the good name of my son. Your son? Yes. Sir Frederick Cappellucci-Hammond, the first of his name.
“It’s hard to explain, but those moments when I catch you off guard and watch your eyes flash wide with fear before bleeding into desire is what turns me on.”
