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“Shortcake."
"Stop calling me Shortcake." I try to roll onto my side but he presses the heels of his palms lightly against my shoulders. I stop breathing.
"Watching you pretend to hate that nickname is the best part of my day.”
―
"Stop calling me Shortcake." I try to roll onto my side but he presses the heels of his palms lightly against my shoulders. I stop breathing.
"Watching you pretend to hate that nickname is the best part of my day.”
―
“I've never had someone try to do this before."
"What, break your skull open? I'll use a hammer if I have to."
"Get to know me. And I never thought it would be you.”
"Do you want me to stop?"
I almost can't hear his reply, it's so quiet. "No.”
―
"What, break your skull open? I'll use a hammer if I have to."
"Get to know me. And I never thought it would be you.”
"Do you want me to stop?"
I almost can't hear his reply, it's so quiet. "No.”
―
“Por eso, cuando hablamos del amor, se dificulta tanto, porque estamos hablando de algo a lo cual es muy difícil de ponerle palabras. De allí que muchos, si pudieran, inventarían algún aparato que les permitiera medir con exactitud el grado del amor, para saber con certeza cuánto lo quieren. Pero, ante la falta de tan preciado instrumento, nos conformamos con metáforas más bien geográficas, y así alguien le dice a su pareja que la quiere hasta el cielo. Pero ella, que quiere marcar que su amor es más grande, le responde que ella también lo quiere hasta el cielo, pero ida y vuelta.”
― Encuentros
― Encuentros
“I open my eyes a tiny crack. We're in a parking garage.
"We're home," he says.
I think the unthinkable. I should have been thinking it all long. My eyes slide closed and I feign sleep.
"You need to woke up," he whispers. A kiss on my cheek. A miracle.
I love Joshua Templeman.”
―
"We're home," he says.
I think the unthinkable. I should have been thinking it all long. My eyes slide closed and I feign sleep.
"You need to woke up," he whispers. A kiss on my cheek. A miracle.
I love Joshua Templeman.”
―
“Lucinda. What the fuck? Why would you do that?" His anger is visceral.
"You were sitting there at your desk, looking at me like I was a loser."
"Fucking hell. Is my face so fucking difficult to read?" When I say nothing, he shakes his head.
"So somehow I caused all of this? Danny sniffing around like a little dog?"
"Yes, it was a lie, but you wouldn't let it go. You said you were going to the same bar too. How could I sit there alone? I had to go down to design and find someone. He was the one I knew would say yes."
"You wouldn't have been sitting there alone. I would have been there. It would have been me.”
―
"You were sitting there at your desk, looking at me like I was a loser."
"Fucking hell. Is my face so fucking difficult to read?" When I say nothing, he shakes his head.
"So somehow I caused all of this? Danny sniffing around like a little dog?"
"Yes, it was a lie, but you wouldn't let it go. You said you were going to the same bar too. How could I sit there alone? I had to go down to design and find someone. He was the one I knew would say yes."
"You wouldn't have been sitting there alone. I would have been there. It would have been me.”
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