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There’s something about swimming for me that just fixes everything. The stress, the grief, the worry, it all sits on the riverbank with my bags and shoes, patiently waiting for me to pick it back up again.
When I go out running, she’s floating in the tarn like an orange dish sponge.
Oh my gosh???😭😭😭
“It’s preferable to accentuation!” Despite the tension of the moment, the faintest hint of a smile crosses Alex’s expression. “You mean asphyxiation?” Vincenzo breaks into a laugh. “Fuck you, man. I’m trying.”
“You can repay me by not strangling me again.” Whoops. I almost forgot I did that.
“Can’t wait.” I can wait, actually. I’m kind of dreading it. I accepted in a moment of loneliness, when the idea of being a sad, Wall Street trophy wife sounded quite good.
He’s standing behind me, close enough that his chest kisses my back each time he inhales. “He didn’t deserve it.” My shoulders tense. “The date?” “That dress.”
“I have you,” I whisper against the dirt on her forehead. “You’re okay.”
She’s everything I’ve been asking the universe for, and she fucking hates me.
“It’s you who’s the sun, Ophelia. I am the moon. You keep me in this tortuous cycle, lighting me up for the shortest time before you disappear again and make me invisible.
“I knew you’d feel like this,” he whispers,
“If you end up being the death of me, Winters, I couldn’t ask for a better end.”
“Stop looking at me like that, Alex.” His hips grind into mine. “Like what?” “Like I’m the only woman on the planet.” His eyebrows shoot up in very convincing surprise. “There are other women on this planet?”
“You told her about me?” “Yeah, like, six weeks ago.” “What? Was I that much of a done deal?” His grin is boyish and so unlike him. “I have a way of getting what I want, and I really, really, really want you.”
His pocket square looks familiar. “Wow,” whispers Janet, leaning closer. “Oh my god,” I whisper, zooming in on the small piece of red fabric that peeks out of his breast pocket. “That’s my underwear.”
A wolfish grin spreads across my face as I turn left. “You know, I could still mess this up with her.” “Get her a Birkin. Can she drive? Get her an Audi.”
“Then I’ll love you with the same intensity that you hate me. I’ll hold on to you just as hard as you push me away. I’ll fix you like you’re fixing me. I’ll always be here, Ophelia, I’ll sit at the bottom of valleys and stand on the top of mountains with you. We’re too good not to work.”
“I’m not going to leave you, Ophelia. I love you. And I know you’re not ready to say it back, and I understand why. But I love you in ways I’ve never loved anyone before. My mind has been this shitty shade of gray for so long, and now there’s this little thread of auburn copper.”
I went along with it as a one-time treat but told him if it happened again he’d lose a ball. Three a.m. is an unsociable hour for me.
“Ten points to Ophelia. You were a wreck the last time someone died.” I nod my agreement. “Character development.”
