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"Holly!" Chris turned off the water and climbed into the tub, too, gathering me in a towel. "Whatever has come over you?" I was too numb to do anything but shiver, my teeth chattering. He carried me to my room. Pulled a sweatshirt and sweatpants on me.
He did it again with the same effect. And then I felt him lean forward. I managed to part my eyelids enough to see him grab something out of the black box. I didn't keep much else in there and couldn't remember what was left.
You've allowed him to get under your skin and fester. I will say I'm glad you ran out of the house that day to hang out at the mall. But enough is enough. You not only are letting Dirk walk all over you, he's now pulling Jolie's strings so that she's manipulating you, too.
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Please understand, I was a different guy back then. 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.
Every day since. Feeling his arms contract and expand around me as I unloaded. "I'm a coward," I finished, trying to turn onto my side without sloshing too much water onto the floor. Chris just hummed against my hair, his arms adjusting to hold me in my new position.
I really could use the money, and Chris said he really wanted to go on the trip since it had been a few years since he'd seen his two sisters. He suggested adjusting the time he'd be gone so he could return in time to celebrate the special day with me. As much as it hurt to know I couldn't go with him, I was okay with the compromise. Reluctantly, we parted at the airport after a myriad of kisses when he had to board.
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I couldn't remember when he'd ever called me by my name. spoken to me directly. We hadn't done much talking that night in the hotel, and I'd made myself scarce this past year when they were in the apartment. I tried to hide my contempt now, but I must have failed because he flinched.
As he worked, his jaw clenched and released, his head tilting this way and that to avoid mine. His hands expertly wrapped, threaded, twisted, and tugged the rope just how he wanted it. Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory. We'd done this so many times, I knew myself just by feel that this would be the basic version.
Two double-rows of rope under my breasts as well as above that wrapped all the way around.
He has apparently brushed it off. You've allowed him to get under your skin and fester. I will say I'm glad you ran out of the house that day to hang out at the mall. But enough is enough.