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I tried not to imagine the awkward atmosphere at dinner where none of us talked.
I didn't realize they were even still in the box. Chris had always said he only wanted to bring me pleasure.
She'd followed up later with a text that she had something to talk to me about, and could we please meet around eleven-thirty at the apartment. Thankfully, I hadn't seen it until this morning when I'd gotten up.
To add insult to injury, I found the kitchen a mess and Jolie and Dirk making out-possibly more-on the couch.
All of it culminated in me being a little on the cranky side when I crawled out of bed Thursday morning.
Gasping out his name while trying to keep my hands behind my head. Chris released his hold momentarily only to pull me by my waist back to him.
"Honey, it's not that bad. Maybe you'll feel better by Christmas Eve.