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I took one limping step, and he went to pick me up again. I held out a hand. "Don't you dare." Matthew slowly lifted one eyebrow. "You don't want me to carry you like I did before?" "No way." He shrugged. Then dropped quickly to heave me up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I shrieked with laughter as he sauntered into my building, stopping only when the second set of doors wouldn't budge. "It won't work without my card or someone buzzing you up," I said between giggles. He swatted me on the ass, so I pinched him on his.
I love how playful he is
When you try to make someone different than what they really are is when you get disappointed."
I hugged him tightly, afraid sometimes that I'd reach a point where I genuinely, physically could not allow him away from me. Matthew Hawkins—my personal form of crack, ladies and gentlemen.
