He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Now I’m yours.” I kissed him and whispered, “Yeah. Mine.
T.A. WebbHe had my name tattooed over his heart. That promise I felt to my core…
T.A. WebbBut since we got back together, or at least were doing something together, he was very possessive of my time. Pretty fucking ironic when I thought about it, since he was the one cheating before and hiding crap.
T.A. WebbI like you, Mark, and I hope you’ll come see me again. You’re a nice guy and you have an old soul. I hope we can be friends.
T.A. WebbI felt close to him, but somehow the energy was sensual but not… sexual. Erotic, yes, but I didn’t want to fuck him. He looked totally relaxed, his breathing even and deep.
T.A. WebbHe softened and looked at me. “Oh, yeah, I met the right man, all right. A fucking miracle. An angel here on earth.” His voice was soft as cotton and his eyes shone like diamonds. What could I say to that?
T.A. WebbOn my birthday, every year since I turned eighteen, she called me at twelve twenty in the morning to wish me happy birthday and tell me how much joy I brought her. She’d told me she was sorry she couldn’t do it when I turned thirty, and handed me a box filled with little bits of paper. She’d written Happy Birthday to my baby boy on every one. There must have been fifty of them.
T.A. WebbPart of me wasn’t sure why I didn’t tell Brian about that, but to be honest, I was probably being a little chickenshit. Because, yes, I’d been hiding my friendship with Antonio from Brian.
T.A. WebbThis man was the husband of my heart. I’d be a man for him, the man he deserved.
T.A. WebbMy office at Hope House was fan-freaking-tastic.
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