09/02/2026 06:50

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Then get over here, we're going to hit the target in less than thirty minutes, if you're late, we go without you. That was at home, I said, staring at his chest and letting him move me around the floor. It only mattered that it was blood, and I was angry. He laid his hands in his own lap, and his eyes were back to being sad, like someone had hit a switch.

I tried to think of him as my friend and not as the ex who always seemed to rain all over my parade. Contentment like a great warm ocean that filled him, floated him, held him, rocked him. Micah has a problem with it? No. I didn't blush, I paled.