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.I had an undeniable urge to grab onto him and never let him go, toprotect him from anything bad that might come his way and to shelter him from scarythings like the boogey man and clowns.Shut up, clowns are scary as fuck.I looked back down at the incredible woman standing in front of me and knew I feltthe same way about her."I don't want the boogey man to get you and I hate clowns," I blurted out.She laughed and patted my cheek in sympathy.I sucked at this.I didn't do well underpressure.I cared about her and Gavin and I just wanted her to know I wasn't goinganywhere.How fucking hard was that to say?"That's not what I mean.I mean, yes, I hate clowns.They are dumb and creepy andgrown men should never wear anything with polka dots or giant shoes."God dammit, stop the word vomit!Before I could open my mouth and stick a giant clown shoe in any further, Clairecovered my mouth with her hand."It's okay if you're freaked out.I wouldn't blame you, believe me.This is a lot to takein," she said softly. All of a sudden you go from single and free to having a built-infamily.I took a deep breath and tried it again, reaching up and pulling her hand away frommy mouth and resting it flat against my chest."Let me just start off by saying I really, really suck ass at doing the whole "touchy-feely, talk about my feelings" shit.Although if you ask Drew, he would surely disagreesince he spent five years listening to me whine like a baby about how much I wanted tofind you.After all that time and spending years driving everyone around me crazy justtrying to find your smell again, I am not about to fuck this up and run screaming into thenight."Her thumb moved back and forth over my chest and she brought her other hand up to my cheek before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on my lips.When she pulled herface back, I wrapped my arms around her small waist and rested my forehead againsthers."I know after I found out I fled the scene like a hit-and-run driver, but I promise youClaire, I will never get spooked again."She pulled back and looked me in the eye, the corners of her mouth turning up in asmile."Did you really just quote Cocktail to me right now?""Yes, yes I did.If you'd like me to go all crazy Tom Cruise and jump up and down on acouch for you, I'll totally do it.""ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I WOULD RATHER TAKE IT UP THE ASS!"Drew s booming voice from the living room pulled our attentions away from eachother.We took one last look at Gavin before closing his door, and then walked hand inhand down the hall to find everyone sitting around the living room playing a twistedgame of "would you rather".Claire and I sat down next to each other on the couch.I put my arm around hershoulders and she snuggled into my side.Nothing had felt this perfect in a long time."Alright, my turn," Drew said."Jim, would you rather have your porn name be Hugh G.Rection or Mike Unstinks?" 15.I m a Dirty Slut"Chains and whips excite me.c-c-c-come on, come on.S-S-S-S-M-M-M.""Gavin Allen Morgan, if you don't stop singing that song I am going to put you on thecurb for the garbage men to pick up," I yelled for the tenth time today as I finishedcleaning up the kitchen from lunch."That's boring," Gavin muttered before stomping off to his room."Speaking of garbage, when is that Christy guy going to be here?" my dad asked fromhis seat at the kitchen table.Why is everyone determined to get on my nerves today?"It's CARTER, Dad.Stop being an ass.He'll be here when he wakes up."My dad made a production of looking down at his wrist where there wasn t even awatch. It s 12:48.What kind of a slacker is this guy?I threw the dish towel on the counter and turned to give my dad a dirty look. He works the nightshift, dad.We ve been over this already.One more comment outof you and I m changing your Facebook status to  I love penis.I walked over to the fridge to add a few things to my shopping list that hung off of thefreezer and tried not to glance at the clock.I was definitely anxious to see Carter.I was up to my eyeballs in stuff for the grand opening and Carter was working a lot ofovertime so we hadn't seen each other since the night of dinner a week earlier.But wetalked on the phone and he also called a few times just to talk to Gavin, which totallymade my heart melt.Thoughts of our time in the storage room earned me extra credit in Liz Homework bymaking my way through my suitcase of "who needs a man" products for a second time.Liz got all choked up on the phone when I told her.It was a beautiful moment for the twoof us.I was working at the bar tonight so Carter was going to give me a ride up there.Icalled Liz and told her she and Jim should come so Carter wouldn't be bored."I think maybe I'll hide behind the couch and jump out when he gets here.Put thefear of George into him," my dad said with a nod of his head."Not funny.And don't you mean "fear of God"?"He shrugged."Same thing."God said "Let there be light" and George Morgan flipped the switch.This was the most my dad had spoken about Carter since they met.Granted, it wasn'tvery flattering but hey, it was progress.At least he was acknowledging his existence andnot thinking up new ways to kill him.Dad had been going down the alphabet for a weeknow and finally stopped at the letter S.Death by shopping cart suffocation, in case you were wondering.The doorbell rang and I hurried to answer it.I wiped my hands on the front of myjeans, smoothed my hair and bent forward to reach my hand down the front of my shirtand tug each of the girls up so their prime real estate was on full display.I stood back up, took a deep breath and flung the door open.My heart actually skipped a beat when I sawCarter standing there."You know there are windows on either side of your door right? And that your curtainsare see-through?" Carter said with a smirk.Why? WHY, for the love of God!"I would give you my entire paycheck for a month if you bent over in front of me andfluffed your boobs again," he said as he stepped through the door, and I closed it behindhim [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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