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Whether or not I realize it, I fall in love with Gabrielle Mancini and her endless talking, her gorgeous mind, and hilarious personality.
“The only rule I have is if I’m giving it up to some random guy, he better know how to make me come, you know? Because I waited too long for it to suck.”
There are only two times when my brain quiets down. Two times when the questions stop, the ideas pause, and my mind is blissfully silent. One is when the music is loud and all-consuming. The second is when I’m reading.
Words I’ve never heard. Be yourself. That will be enough.
“You want to decide now, we’re good. You want time, want to sit on it, we can watch a movie, or we can talk, or you can go home. I had a good time with you tonight. I enjoy your company, Gabi.” His words now sound… foreign. Like he’s not used to saying them. Like they taste unfamiliar in his mouth. “But no matter what, I need to know you’re sure.”
I don’t even wait. His words… They mean everything to me. To hear them, to be validated. To feel… normal. It’s a rare moment in my life where I feel normal.
The morning after she cried in my arms because she finally realized she was not broken.
The morning after I realized that wasn’t something she created in her head—someone told her she was broken. Some asshole didn’t put in the work, got frustrated, and told her she was broken and she believed him. She confessed this late into the night, long after I thought she had fallen asleep in my arms, and it took everything in me not to demand a name so I could hunt him down.
I’ve spent my entire life knowing that when I say these things out loud, people think I’m a little crazy. I learned the lesson early. I keep them to myself. But sometimes, when I’m nervous, they pop out. Usually, I get the looks, and I change the subject quickly. But you were entertaining them, so I need to know: are you being serious or are you messing with me?”
“I have six brothers and sisters. There was always someone talking in my house. But I was the one that when I said something, everyone would go, ‘oh, here goes Gabi,’ because everyone knew I was about to go on a tangent.” The next time I look from the pan to her, her eyes are on me again. “There have only ever been two people who went along with the chaos in my mind. My dad and now, you.”
The truth is, the more I play with Gabi, the more I wonder if I’m playing at all.
“You were made for me, Gabi.” My breathing stops. “It’ll fit, and it won’t hurt, not that way. You were made to take my cock, kitten.” His eyes have gone dark, moving from my pussy to my tits rising with each labored breath, to my lips parted, to my eyes.
