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Please, don't make me. " Jolie's mouth moved, but no sound came out. She kept looking between Dirk and me. Finally, Dirk spoke up. "You can stay at my place.
" He twisted his hand, grasped my fingers, and brought them to his lips. "Don't ever be afraid to tell me anything. Please. Good news, bad news, whatever.
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But Jolie was insistent that we have a regular wedding, like she's always wanted. Because you had to be there. To be her maid of honor. I couldn't understand why since you didn't seem like best friends. That's when she said you'd been very close since high school.
Still searching for my identity. Fresh out of college and looking to rebel from my proper upbringing, I went overboard. " My chin trembled in his fingertips. His eyes had lost some of their spark, and his smile had fallen.
Then we walked up to a long, one-story building next to the taller sanctuary, and he paused, turning to me. "I know it's not exactly what you wanted. but it has to be better than none at all. " He stepped to the side, revealing a sign on the door stating that the normal soup kitchen was serving a free, three-course meal with all the fixings until seven o'clock today.
His face was suddenly blurry when I reached up to kiss him.
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Life kept dealing me blows. This one had knocked me flat on my back, and I couldn't find the strength to get back up again.
I fell asleep with tears drying on my face and my heart feeling crushed. The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman.
I wanted the old traditions I'd always known. with Chris added in. But I swallowed my pride and accepted that my life was changing, whether I wanted to admit it or not.
Chris surprised me with his parents' plan to fly us both out west for the week to spend the holiday with them.
When I tried to twist away, he returned to my breasts. Over and over again, we played that game. And the longer it went on, the wetter I became. "Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there.
He knew I couldn't last long with that kind of torture.