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Authors: A. C. Marchman
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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if he’s says it first, then he will rest assured that I feel the exact same way. I wish Matt didn’t screw me up so bad. Maybe if he didn’t, I would have an easier time letting my true feelings show. But since that’s not the case, I just have to roll with the punches and see where our relationship takes us.
Even though my brain is trying to go into overdrive to process the day, I feel my eyes starting to droop and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. So, just before I fall asleep, I kiss Donovan’s lips and say, “Good night.”
Just as I start to drift off, I hear him say, “Good night, baby doll. Sweet dreams.” I also hear something else, but I can’t make it out before I fall into a deep sleep. I’ll have to remember to ask him tomorrow what he said...
Chapter 8
Donovan
I cover my mouth as the words start to come out. I almost let it slip. It just came out so naturally that I didn’t even think about it before I said it.
Stupid!
I can’t tell Allie I love her for the first time like that, laying in my old room after we just screwed each other’s brains out. I don’t just want to use those three words so casually. I hear my co-workers tell their spouses ‘I love you’ and it seems to me they don’t even mean it anymore. One of them even has a twenty something year old mistress that he takes to the hotel across the street, while his wife is home taking care of their three children. Sick bastard. It sounds so automatic when they get off the phone, but then they go back to bitching about their wives spending all their money and how irritating they are. To me, that doesn’t sound like love. Day in, day out, it’s the same thing for those guys; go to work, fuck their mistress, go home to their wives and kiss their cheek as they come in the door. I don’t want to turn into one of those guys. I don’t want to say it because it’s a habit; I want to say it because I mean it every single day of my life. I think it’s kind of a big deal.
I watch her breathing slow as she drifted off into a deep sleep. I know I sound like such a pussy when I say this, but I could watch her sleep for hours. There’s no stress etched on her beautiful face, no worries about going to PA school, no thoughts of Claire. God, that bitch screwed me up so bad. I blame my stepmother for it, too. I roll onto my back and think about the time Pops and Donna told me they were sending me to boarding school.
“ But, Dad, I don’t wanna go away to school!”
“I know, son, but your stepmother and I believe it’s best for you. Besides, it’s a great school and you won’t be that far away,” Pops looked sad, like he didn’t believe what he was saying himself.
“Why do you want to send me away?” My tears started to sting my eyes and threatened to come down any second. Why didn’t they want me?
“Boy, it’s not like that, I swear to you. I agree with Donna that you would do much better if you...aren’t around all this stress. The schools are this area are not up par, in my opinion.” Pops started rubbing the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits.
“So it’s her that wants me to go away!” My tears started to pour out of my eyes. How could she do this to me? I hate her! I can’t stand her and I want her out of our lives.
Donna bent down to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Now listen, you are going to have a wonderful time there. I know that you need to get away from here, why, with the stress of your mother leaving you.” She always knew out to push my buttons. I wanted to punch her right in the nose, but I knew she would just get another nose job. She’s so fake; she looks like one of my sister’s Barbie dolls.
I grabbed her hand and brushed it off of me. “Don’t touch me.” My anger was ready to boil over. I had to leave my
Even though my brain is trying to go into overdrive to process the day, I feel my eyes starting to droop and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. So, just before I fall asleep, I kiss Donovan’s lips and say, “Good night.”
Just as I start to drift off, I hear him say, “Good night, baby doll. Sweet dreams.” I also hear something else, but I can’t make it out before I fall into a deep sleep. I’ll have to remember to ask him tomorrow what he said...
Chapter 8
Donovan
I cover my mouth as the words start to come out. I almost let it slip. It just came out so naturally that I didn’t even think about it before I said it.
Stupid!
I can’t tell Allie I love her for the first time like that, laying in my old room after we just screwed each other’s brains out. I don’t just want to use those three words so casually. I hear my co-workers tell their spouses ‘I love you’ and it seems to me they don’t even mean it anymore. One of them even has a twenty something year old mistress that he takes to the hotel across the street, while his wife is home taking care of their three children. Sick bastard. It sounds so automatic when they get off the phone, but then they go back to bitching about their wives spending all their money and how irritating they are. To me, that doesn’t sound like love. Day in, day out, it’s the same thing for those guys; go to work, fuck their mistress, go home to their wives and kiss their cheek as they come in the door. I don’t want to turn into one of those guys. I don’t want to say it because it’s a habit; I want to say it because I mean it every single day of my life. I think it’s kind of a big deal.
I watch her breathing slow as she drifted off into a deep sleep. I know I sound like such a pussy when I say this, but I could watch her sleep for hours. There’s no stress etched on her beautiful face, no worries about going to PA school, no thoughts of Claire. God, that bitch screwed me up so bad. I blame my stepmother for it, too. I roll onto my back and think about the time Pops and Donna told me they were sending me to boarding school.
“ But, Dad, I don’t wanna go away to school!”
“I know, son, but your stepmother and I believe it’s best for you. Besides, it’s a great school and you won’t be that far away,” Pops looked sad, like he didn’t believe what he was saying himself.
“Why do you want to send me away?” My tears started to sting my eyes and threatened to come down any second. Why didn’t they want me?
“Boy, it’s not like that, I swear to you. I agree with Donna that you would do much better if you...aren’t around all this stress. The schools are this area are not up par, in my opinion.” Pops started rubbing the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits.
“So it’s her that wants me to go away!” My tears started to pour out of my eyes. How could she do this to me? I hate her! I can’t stand her and I want her out of our lives.
Donna bent down to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Now listen, you are going to have a wonderful time there. I know that you need to get away from here, why, with the stress of your mother leaving you.” She always knew out to push my buttons. I wanted to punch her right in the nose, but I knew she would just get another nose job. She’s so fake; she looks like one of my sister’s Barbie dolls.
I grabbed her hand and brushed it off of me. “Don’t touch me.” My anger was ready to boil over. I had to leave my
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