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The figure’s creator had low red instead of his nose Oops Soood fortune

Kurt’s jaorked, and his sapphire-blue eyes blazed with irritation I was obsessed with all things Christan Norone on his “Save the Turkey” caet soht anization and untidiness and by sewing “Kurt’s roo up my perfectly color-coded sticky-note lists

I was a bit of a neat freak Everything had a place and an order Kurt tended to be the exact opposite

Out in the living roo on his timer I snickered while Kurt blew out an exasperated breath Honestly, I had turned the a

partht Frosty to sing on his own

Shifting, Kurt cocked an eyebrow My eyes dropped to the chest I laid ainst, the arms that once held me, then his tapered waist where his black boxerss he’d whispered as he made love to me

“Sawyer, you ”

And then…everything had changed

With an innocent tone and a sured you’d want to keep the Christer—at least until New Year’s”

“You…I…” He threw his hands in the air and walked out As he turned, the tattoo on his left shoulder caughtmusic wasn’t a skill I’d ever needed to learn, so I had no idea what it meant The one time I asked, he’d pulled away, so I left it alone From that point forward, Kurt sloithdrew from me By the time I’d returned to Orlando, I’d completely lost him

Fro why me?”

So about the way he said it, like all this was my fault, irritated me I pushed the covers aside andaround the kitchen I came around the corner and folded my arms across my chest

“You know, I’m not the one who started this war I still don’t have my stuff back My rooht add, I still haven’t found all the sticky notes you randomly hid around the house So please tell me—what is your problem?”

Kurt pulled the ht fros like that drove me nuts, but I couldn’t stop the attraction to him Insane—total stupidity

He turned to face e him I narrowed e of our little cycle A weariness came over me I was tired of whatever this was between us

Get a grip Otherwise, he’ll only egg me on worse Maybe if I misplace his beloved leather jacket No, no, no, I will not stoop lower

He continued to bang around the kitchen after he put the lid back on the jug, albeit crookedly I ground e I was distracted by the muscles in his back as they rippled with tension Deep breaths

“What are you looking for?” I asked

“I don’t know So I can’t sleep”

“Me either Wonder why” If I could add any more sarcasm to my voice, I’d be considered overdramatic Well, maybe I was that anyway But only when it arranted—like when a certain Mr Rockstar needed to be put in his place