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I wanted to be glad that fate had stepped in.
He was always so peaceful, unlike when I twisted about and talked while dreaming. Especially, when my dreams were about sex.
" He folded down his wrapper and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "When I was in high school, the town I lived in had an event each Columbus Day for juniors and seniors.
And then there was my reflection in the mirror. Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa.
I'd learned he was extremely sensitive when I used my tongue to play with his hardware. That I liked having my hair pulled.
Before I could even ask about the pie I always made, she mentioned that as she had cut back on sweets, she hoped I wasn't too upset if we just skipped dessert altogether.
I reached out to Chris who handed me the bottle I'd left on the counter by the sink.
So I closed my eyes and tried to settle in for the long haul, hoping for the best.