6 asses my boyfriend has stared at since we've been standing here in line. I'm over here looking crazy, and acting like Count Dracula and he is apparently in hog heaven. All I want to do is see Kehlani, and get my life...and here he is pissing me off before we even get into the venue.
All I want to do is see Kehlani, and get my life...and here he is pissing me off before we even get into the venue.
He grabs my hand, and I smoothly snatch it away Melania Trump style. I want him to know I'm pissed, but this line is full of women and I don't need them thinking he's a free agent. He whispers in my ear, "babe, what's the problem." I respond back "ask your eyes what's the damn problem." He looks genuinely puzzled, but I don't give any further explanation. I don't feel like one is necessary either.
He decides it's better to just stare at the ground or the sky until we get seated.
We get to our seats, and he goes to get us something to drink. For the first time in about 45 minutes I feel completely at ease. Why is it sometimes just easier to do things with your girls or by yourself, than it is with your man? For the next 10 minutes all I had to worry about was enjoying myself, and it was pure bliss.
He comes back with my favorite beverage, and a scribbled apology on a napkin. I'm still a little irritated, but also intrigued. I figure it's best to indulge him a bit and not ruin the evening.
I roll my eyes playfully, "Why are you writing me 4 page letters on crumpled napkins?"
Ok...I need to work on the not ruining the evening bit...
"You deserve the apology, but it's also symbolic of me waving the white flag. I just want to have a nice evening, and not mess anything else up. You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me, and I apologize if I got a bit distracted. I'll work on staying focused on what truly matters, but since I'm not perfect I'll ask you to keep the letter handy as I work on my kinks."
See...I told you he was smart.
I don’t forgive him. Not yet.
Bodies moving in sync
You can't come in here...
There was no glory in side-chicking or deception, only pain and illusion.
I love him for making me feel loved.
6 years, 2 kids, countless jail/prison stays, and the abuse...
In the loneliest hour my thoughts seem to always go back to you.
It's time for "the talk."
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