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“A little birdie told me I needed more sugar in my life. Well, I’...
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“I’ll . . . consider it.”
you-shall-always-listen-to-your-mother-or-risk-death-by-slipper.”
Oh, puns, how I love you so.
“Yia sena,”
For you.
Like me, Nick is a creator. An artist. Our chosen mediums may be different, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a complete badass.
“After stalking your Pinterest board, I wanted your thoughts on this.”
“Achieving your temporary longing.”
gynaíka?”
woman?
splinters be damned,
“Every person who’s ever made you feel ‘less than’ is an asshole.”
Beneath my palm, her pulse flutters like a butterfly trapped in a mason jar.
Going from straight-up alpha, I’m-going-to-make-you-mine mode (not that I’m complaining) to wiping out from a weak plank of wood is something that would happen to Nick Stamos.
All those years of me losing bikini tops and other, more humiliating moments, have culminated in this one moment where we’ve swapped places. I’m secretly living for it.
What’s your favorite food? P.S., I shifted some things around in the budget and managed to work in your slate floors.
P.S., How are you feeling? I didn’t make it into Agape the last two days now that I’ve been forced to evacuate the premises under someone’s dictatorial orders. I won’t name names to protect the guilty. (Good news: I booked a few clients and am doing house calls all week.) P.P.S., Please tell Vince and Bill thank you for getting my stuff out of the apartment for me. I really appreciate their help. And yours. P.P.P.S., I’m going to sound like a traitor of the highest order here, but . . . Italian food. Do I get to ask you a question now?
P.S., I’m feeling all right. My pride is more bruised than my leg ever was. All’s well over here. P.P.S., We’re happy to help, Ermione. I know it’s not easy but we’ll get you back in there soon enough, I promise. Trust me on this.
P.S., Your pride can handle the fall. Your butt too—it’s made of 100% steel, right? P.P.S., It’s totally the pasta. Carbs are my worst enemy (after you, of course) but also my fiercest lover. As for my question . . . are you a fan of Lord of the Rings?
P.S., All steel, baby. P.P.S., Two things. 1) Elijah Wood may have done a good job as Frodo, but that doesn’t mean Frodo isn’t the dumbest character on the face of the planet. STAY IN THE SHIRE, FRODO. 2) My precioussss. P.P.P.S., In case you couldn’t tell from above, the answer to your question is . . . yes.
P.S., I left you a gift on the receptionist’s desk. Because I love to spoil surprises, here are the details: it’s an empty box, fitted perfectly for the size of your heart if I learn you did away with my toilets or anything else important. You’re welcome, Nick.
I came here on a whim because I . . . missed her.
“How ’bout we start over?” “I’m not going back in the house, only to come out into the cold again. That’s cruel.” “I’m not that much of a jerk, Ermione.” “Says the man who insulted my pom-poms.”
Dreams need time to prosper and grow—and I firmly believe that they unfold when you can personally handle them manifesting, never before.”
“You’re one of the most accomplished, ambitious people I know. Don’t listen to their bullshit.”
“I’m not a walking rulebook, Ermione, ready to take you to task—unless it’s to spank that gorgeous ass of yours. I love hard, but I promise you, I fuck even harder.”
“Without the night,”
“there are no stars.”
“Get over here, butter fingers. Let me show you how this is done.”
“Ómorfi.” Beautiful.
“Take a seat, Billy.” Snip, snip. “I have a vision and only you can help me bring it to life.”
“Oh, man. If you ever decide to quit doing hair, I think you’ve got a future in horror movies ahead of you.”
P.S., Already contacted the B&B we’re staying at. I don’t care what Sophia or anyone else on this damn “singles’ retreat” says, me and you are staying in one room with one bed. Might have also snagged us a room with a fireplace—thought you might like it. Hugs, Nick
koritsi mou?”
my daughter.
“Kali nichta, paidí mou.” Good night, my child.
“Endaxi.” Fine.
“S’agapo,
I love you.
adelphé.”
“brother,”
“I’m gonna be makin’ fun of those pom-poms of yours until we’re old and gray.”
Nifi. Wife.
Sýzygos. Husband.
