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My hands slid up his arms, stroking his neck, messing up his hair. I couldn't get enough of touching him. Not in any amount of years.

❤❤❤

FYI, Birkenstocks are not sexy. Not on a woman. Not on a man.

Pete turned back to me, licked his lips. “I love you.”
“You do?”
He nodded just once. “Like crazy. You wanted me to see you. But, Adele, you’re all I see.”

My life was so full of wonder. Mostly wondering what the hell I was doing.

“There will be no violence,” scolded Shanti. “Andrew, be nice. Peter, don’t poke the bear when you just knocked up his daughter. That’s not wise. Now, how was the drive, darling?”

“Your daughter’s feelings are not nonsense,” said Shanti. “They’re both adults, Andrew. If they want to screw on the kitchen counter then that’s their business. Not ours.”

Some things were beyond being fixed, even by a dress with pockets.

I just watched him in silence, his muscles bunching and straining. The dedicated fury and focus on his face. He was beautiful, a work of art. Irate Man the Morning After Regrettably Incredibly Hot Sex, that’s what they’d call it, the painting or sculpture or whatever.

Pete’s girlfriend: He’s great company and great at meeting women’s needs if you know what I mean ;)
Adele: Someone please snap my neck immediately

He smiled for a moment, either at the memory of it happening or the memory of me laughing at the story. Then his gaze darkened, and he stared into the gin and tonic. “I don’t talk to everyone like I do with you. Did. Like I did with you.”