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by
Whitley Cox
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August 12 - August 13, 2023
But he didn’t kiss her. Instead he whispered, “It gets better. Right now, I know it hurts. Right now, you hate men. Possibly even the world. But one day you’ll wake up and realize you’re so much better off. It does get better.” Then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pulled away, winked, and was gone. “Wow!” Mercedes said, letting out a whistle, though Tori couldn’t see her. Her eyes had fluttered shut the moment Mark tucked her hair. “I’m pretty sure I just had a mini orgasm.” Yeah, forget a mini orgasm. Tori was pretty sure she was in love.
He was like her fairy godfather or something. Arriving just in the nick of time. When things couldn’t be closer to rock bottom, he sprinkled fairy dust that smelled like scrumptious manly cologne and turned her rotting pumpkin of a world into a beautiful Ferrari of new hope.
He’d missed coming home to someone. Someone he could share his day with, share his home with, share his life with. He missed the banter over the dinner table, the quiet chit-chat once Gabe was in bed as they just vegged out in front of the TV for the rest of the night. He missed falling asleep next to someone. He missed love.