Status Updates From The SEAL's Stolen Child (Op...

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"I've been such a jerk. Fighting and fighting what I felt for you, all because I was afraid of losing you all over again. I've been so afraid to trust what we share is real, that I've overanalyzed everything. Picking your every word apart."

That's because you're a fucking moron. Don't worry, she's not any better.

If he couldn't even trust his own mom, then who?

OMGosh, you are being SUCH a drama king. GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER AND STOP BEING SO STUPID.

Oh, wow. He's being such a dick. If I were her I'd feel SO shitty right now. Bad form, Garrett.

JFC, man, pull yourself together and start acting like a grown man. Yes, you two broke up when you were sixteen. Yes, it hurt, but it shouldn't RUIN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE FOREVER. I mean, come on.

Oh, for fuck's sake. What kind of games are you playing?! JUST TELL HIM.

Just tell him. TELL HIM.

They're bickering again.

Also, she hasn't told him yet.

"You know, if you wanted to use me as a pillow, I'd be okay with it."

"Oh, you would?" she teased.

"Just sayin'..." He grinned as she sidled against him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder while positioning her hand over his galloping heart.

Men as pillows! Snuggling! Cuddling!

I really do feel like he cares for her physical well-being.

These two just don't get along so hot. :( Makes me not root for them.

In black, she became the all-business ice princess he had no more in common with than Donald Trump.

Yes, you fucking idiot, if you have unprotected sex, you can get pregnant. DUH. You should have thought about that when you were just fine with him having condomless sex with you!

Hands braced on the table, he leaned across to kiss her. He kissed her hard. As far from polite as he knew how. And only when he'd had his fill of her taste and smell did he back away, already wanting more.

This guy is hot and cold. He likes her, he doesn't like her, he wants her, he doesn't want her. Make up your fucking mind.

Darcie spritzed herself with perfume.

You keep saying, "There is no us." but come on. You have a romantic and sexual history with her. You just had sex with her a few days ago. This isn't rocket science.

He makes her a cheese-and-veggie omelet and pancakes. That's a plus.

"If there aren't baked goods involved, I'm not sure I'm on board."

"Th-that's okay. I probably should tackle more work anyway." Stupid. Why had she put herself out there like that? She should've known he'd want nothing more to do with her outside of this search for their son. What she couldn't have known was how badly his rejection would sting.

"What? It's past seven. Eve - I was joking. I'm so hungry I'd cheerf

He kissed her again. Not as a lover, but as a dear, long-lost friend.
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"When you got all dolled up, to have fun, I never thought you two would end up in bed."

REALLY? That never occurred to you?!!?

The two of them hadn't made love tonight; they'd had sex. And it was great. But it didn't change the truth between them - that there wasn't a THEM. Would never be. Couldn't be.


Wow, this is depressing.

She'd been consenting - hell, she'd practically thrown herself at him, so why, when they should have been cuddling, breaking down all that had gone wrong between them, was he on his own, feeling helpless while listening to her sob?

Wow.

With her on top, she took him into her. At first, his size was painful - it'd been so long, but then her body adjusted to welcome him in. With each stroke, she alternately blossomed and wilted. Being with him now brought pure joy. Knowing this must never happen again brought unspeakable pain.

WHAT.

Tonight, she'd given herself a free pass to be whoever she wanted. In the morning, however, she had to rever

"Would you just hurry up and do this?"

WOW, OKAY. Seriously, I think a man might take a step back here.

"I don't have protection."

"It's okay."

ARGH!!!!!!

"Wanna get out of here?" he asked in a low tone, almost afraid of her answer.

Hands pressed to his chest, she nodded. "Where?"

"It's not fancy, but there's a perfectly good motel down the street."

Gross.

The few times Garrett had even tried getting serious with a woman, either she'd nagged him endlessly about not having enough time for her, or cheated on him. In the end, it was easier being alone.

Ugh.

These two just don't get along. I'm unclear as to why I'm supposed to be rooting for a romance between them.

Matt had cheated on her - multiple times. But oddly enough, it hadn't been that that killed their marriage, but more Eve's own issues.

After two miscarriages, her failed marriage didn't even come as a surprise, but more a foregone conclusion.

The heat heightened Eve's long-familiar, often-dreamed about scent. For her sixteenth birthday, Hal had ordered her a custom perfume made in Paris. She must still wear it. Lily of the valley blended with snapdragons and orange blossoms topped by a dash of sweet mystery he'd never been able to read.