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The truth was, I liked making people happy. It was my catnip. Getting someone grouchy to smile? Best high ever. Like
Good girl.
Had a leather couch along one wall. Some framed posters for ambiance—Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Rush, Queen. And my guitars. Acoustic. Electric. I had a white Fender Stratocaster.
“We’re going home and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when we get there.”
kissed her because, in that moment, there was nowhere else I’d rather be, nothing else I’d rather be doing. And no one else I’d rather be doing it with.
Happy. Loved.
And a little bit kinky.