Moaning, she jabbed Lindsey’s arm with her fingertips trying to get him to move. “Lindseeeey.”
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He talks about compartmentalization a lot. He also rambles about subtext and cycles and denial...
It was awkward. He didn’t know what to say to her. And she, the woman who had never been short of something to talk about, just stared up at him...
He’d tried. He really had...
She was met at the front door by a tired looking Kristen. With her hair pulled back in a messy bun and her shirt stained with god knows what, Lindsey’s girlfriend looked beautiful...
He backs you up against the door before your fingertips even get to his belt...