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Then to top it all off, you had to ruin that meal, too!" Chris hugged me when I turned and leaned my head against his chest, suddenly feeling exhausted.
It stopped a second later. When there wasn't a ding that the caller had left a voicemail, Chris laid his free arm across my chest under my breasts and rested his chin on his forearm, his dark eyes on mine.
Chris notwithstanding, I always end up with a broken heart and a head full of regret. That party.
Tell me what this all about.
When I arched to him, he pulled back. Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath.
I said he didn't have to contribute toward rent while he was getting his degree, but he insisted that he couldn't live with me for free.
Fragile at the core but with a tough outer shell. Braving the path alone and pressing on because he had faith that it would all be worth it some day.