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"That tiny bed You sleep in that?"

"Wouldn’t say it’s tiny, but yeah," he says, bending his ar my hands to my hips "CJ"

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"Yeah, darlin’?"

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My gaze narrows "Aivebut s

Oh, my God

"You did, didn’t you?"

Still, he doesn’t answer Holding that smile for another breath, CJ finally turns his head and resu ot you in is bigger, yeah, but it’s not the master bedroom I sleep in that"

"The master bedroom is the smaller one that looksthis while leaning over the couch I watch the corner of his ot htful jerk

"Yep," he answers, lies hiding behind that char heavily, I rock back onto my heels and shake my head "Just so you know, I don’t believe you But I don’t have ti inside"

"Anything heavy?" he asks

"Not really," I answer beforewith purpose toward the door

"Oh, shit!" I cry out, slaainst the wall after barelyand breathing erratic "Oh, my God," I pant "That was so close My laptop is in there"

I think I would’ve cried if I would’ve broken that

"The fuck?"

"It’s fine I got it," I tell CJ, turning ets up frorabs his crutch and starts hobbling toward me "Babe, hate to tell you, but I’ stuff in," he says "I wasn’t raised like that"<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>