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June 15 - June 16, 2023
“I learned the people we love usually turned out to be one of three things: a home, a holiday, or hell.”
Charlie Reid was married, she was Charlie Pierce now, and still, it didn’t matter. I loved her, anyway.
With every minute I spent with her, with every passing day, I saw a bit of the old Charlie come back. And maybe it was selfish, maybe it was wrong — but I wanted all of her back again. I wanted all of her to be mine.
“You know what?” I said, bending to meet her eyes with mine. I pressed my hands flat on her desk, forcing her to look at me. “I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit. I’ve wanted you for years. Decades. And did I ever think I’d have you? No. But then life brought me here, back to you, and you were fucking miserable the day I came back. You still are. You can open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me every lie you’ve told yourself but I’ll never believe them. I see you, Charlie.”
“I would have waited forever,”
That wedding ring on her finger didn’t mean a goddamn thing. She was mine.
“I don’t know if this is the only night I get to see you like this, to touch you, to have my hands on your body. But if it is,” I said, forcing a swallow as my fingers brushed the sensitive peak of her nipple. “Then I’m going to spend all night long worshiping it.”