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But I shook ritted his teeth, beginning to look desperate "Sunday afternoon, co Pick and his family over and make a party of it, have some lunch and--"

"Did you say party?" Ten popped over, interrupting us

Mason froze, his eyes widening with horror until he shook his head and muttered, "No"

Ten scowled "Yeah, what the fuck ever I heard you clear as day, ass licker If Three, Parker, and the Ryans are going to be there, it’s a da us Yo, Gamble Hart Lunch at Lowe’s this Sunday"

"Shit," Mason ground out as Ten wandered off He glanced atwith you and the story she has to tell to be a bitto like this story, alance "Probably not"

That’s what I’d been afraid of I decided then and there, I wasn’t going to his "party" on Sunday

I went ho the entire invitation I’d learned enough distressing things over the years; I didn’t need to discover more

As I let myself into the quiet apartht in the kitchen, probably to help h, I pressed my back to the door and inhaled deeply This place was already beginning to s ot as far away fro anywhere From the moment I’d learned she worked at Forbidden, a part of o, my life mission had been to be wherever she was, andthis close to her was too addictive for ure out how to keep her at arth and safe from me while I stayed so close

And seconds after I toldit open todeeply, the covers pulled up and tucked securely under her ar on her hands, I exhaled in relief

Quietly, I shut the door and carried on to e of the bed and eyed the half-eaten sandwich I’d left earlier My storowled

As much as I wanted to keep it for sentimental value, it’d probably insult her if I didn’t finish it, and the thought and care behind it would go to waste if I let it go bad Besides, I was starving So I downed the rest of the peanut butter and jelly

Depression swah I still wanted so of hers I could keep with h after she was separated froht, I wondered how creepy it would be forshe’d just thrown out and didn’t want any I could make my keepsake

Yeah, that was probably full-blown cray-cray Probably shouldn’t do that

I drifted off, i with her scent, so up her face later on, after she was gone again

Articles of clothing and soh es Hands grippingondownthe No matter how many tiure leapt atI was

But then City was there, her voice insoft wo her warmth and safety

"It’s okay," shemy scalp "It’s just a bad dream"

I sank into the co went black and I didn’t dreaht

When I woke, hs was thrown over a lush hip and s The scent of Felicity and the warhtdress, and the urge to gather it up, then roll co into her war