No. Freud said it best, I think, when he said, "sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." Sometimes your mother's boyfriend is just a loser
Nenia CampbellThat son of a bitch. Looked like my expiration date was sooner than I'd thought. The bastard had fucked me up the ass at my own game.
Nenia CampbellI was so inspired," she gushed. "The words just flowed out of me." So does crap.
Nenia CampbellI missed you."
My heart stopped. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Please," I said. "No. Don't do this."
"I dreamed about you." Pause. "Every night."
Oh God, I was weak. Weak.
I wanted to persuade her, but I didn't want to scare her, and I certainly didn't want to make her cry. I wanted her to be safe. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.
Nenia CampbellNot yet," he said. "You're beautiful, and it's killing me and I want to die a moment longer. Please.
Nenia CampbellI need you alive. I need you breathing." He shook his head. "I need you.
Nenia CampbellYes. You're the only thing that matters right now." Michael, swaying a little over me, said, "You're trying to talk yourself into hating me when all I'm trying to do is keep you alive.
Nenia CampbellOkay," he said, planting his newly freed hand on the mattress. "I stopped. Now let me tell you what I think. I think you think that if you give in to what I want, and what I suspect you want, I'll make a killer and a whore out of you. You think I'll hurt you if you refuse.
Nenia CampbellHis skeptical silence made me shift uncomfortably. I felt like Aladdin, holding his hand out to Jasmine on the magic carpet. A ridiculous comparison under the given circumstances, and yet oddly apt.
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