I'm simply reminding you that you're worth more than what you'll find at the bottom of a bottle.
Myra McEntireMots clés self-worth kaleb-ballard lily-garcia timepiece
I don't need any bonus material to throw me over the edge later."
Or don a flight of stairs, under a bus, and straight back to the mental ward.
We could have had a major disaster on our hands."
"Right now the earth could fall off its axis, and I wouldn't give a rats behind."
Michael's gaze skimmed over my bare shoulders, and he reached out to gently pull my jacket around them. "I've known since before we met how it would be between us. But knowing didn't prepare me for you.
Are you really reading that, or are you just trying to show off?" I asked, lowering myself into the seat.
He looked over the paper, opened his mouth, and a torrent of foreign words flew out.
"Okay, sorry, just asking. Wait, how many of those were curse words?
Michael put the paper down and leaned across the table toward me, unexpectedly intense. "What do you want?"
"I already ordered an espresso," I answered, reflexively leaning back.
"No, I mean what do you want from life?"
"Good morning to you, too. Isn't it a little early for philosophy?
His expression practically hung out a shingle announcing the topic was off-limits.
Myra McEntireHow do you tell the difference between real people and time ripples?"
"You mean besides punching them in the stomach?" I blushed, not because I'd hit him, but because I was thinking about his abs.
Unless you're trying to make a pile of bread crumbs to find your way home, you should probably give that roll a break.
Myra McEntireAnd that the first time I saw you, now, in the present, you would...take my breath away."
"Well." Heat crept up my chest to my face.
He looked up at the night sky, peaking his next words so softly I almost couldn't hear them. "You were right.
You think you can start tomorrow? I need a break."
"Only if you can free me from this beast of a chair," I said, wiggling as I tried to get some leverage. "What do you feed this thing? Customers?"
"Relax." Lily let her hair fall around her shoulders and grinned at me. "I kind of like having a captive audience.
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