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“If you would just -,”

“I' you”

“Just tell me when -,”

“Tatum”

“Are we leaving soon!?” Tate couldn't hold back, asking for the hed and leaned back over her, trying to grab onto her wrists

“This time, Sanders, hold her arms down,” he instructed

“No! No! I'ainst one isn't fair!” Tate yelled Sanders took hold of her wrists and held theainst the floor while Jameson scooted down her body

“You asked for this,” was all he said before he lowered his head

“No!” she shrieked, but then his lips were against her

“I can't believe I came all the way ho away Jameson lifted his head

“Shut up, you love it”

And then he went back to blowing raspberries on Tate's stomach

~1~

A lot can happen in two years

Tate drove back to Boston with Jameson and Sanders She stayed with Jameson, lived with him in Weston It was home, after all

He was home

Jameson was the devil Sometimes he was cruel, sometimes he was sadistic, sometimes he made her want to tear her hair out But always, always, he , was his love His trust His adoration

Sure, they weren't perfect, and she was pretty sure they had turned fighting into an art form One time she threw a dinner plate at his head and called hi her a hot-head But it worked for theether and fucking her in the hallway She loved it

Every single second

When they got through the summer without anymore hiccups, she decided to take his and Sanders' advice, and she went back to school Sanders had been right, Tate was a s to work towards a business degree so she could open her own bar, and Ja, he would help facilitate that dream

But then a bo, Sanders decided it was time to leave the nest Tate took it a lot harder than she would have thought; they had grown ridiculously close He was her best friend, they went everywhere together He taught her how to drive a stick shift, she taught hi What would she do without him!?

She wasn't sure how to deal with it Jameson was of no help at first, wouldn't even tell her the reason why – neither of theave everyone the silent treato, then he had to go, and wished him well

Though she did et

By the ti had eles – his porn career finally took off, no more B-rate for him Sanders was in Moscow Her old roommate Rusty had moved away, and even Tate's sister, Ellie, was settled doith a new boyfriend, way out in the country side And Tate loved Jameson, she really did, but she couldn't spend all her time with him They would kill each other if they didn't come up for air once in a while

Jaood on his proave her the keys At first she was angry If it was going to be hers, she wanted to be the one to pick it out, to scout the location, to see if it worked for her She wanted to yell at hiet mad But somehow it evolved into crazy sex in the conservatory, and suddenly she wasto hieraniums wouldn't be there when he came home

Jameson had actually picked the perfect location It shouldn't have been a shock, really Tate had learned to expect perfection to cos by halves And it also turned out that the bar Tate used to work in had closed down, and she was able to hire most of the old staff, people she trusted and kneorked well She was very confident that her first foray into business would be a success