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shaking my head, “No I think I can manage. And it’ll be sweats tonight. How do you do it?”
“Do what babe?”
“Make me laugh when I’m so upset?”
“I guess it’s a talent of mine.” Looking down at her he wanted to kiss her so badly but, knew that was a line he couldn’t cross. “Alright, just hobble in my room when your ready.” He said walking away.
I stood looking at his door for probably five minutes trying to get the courage to go in. I don’t know what I’m so worked up about. We are just watching a movie. Not a big deal. Glancing into the mirror one last time. I had baggy sweats on that looked more like bed pants. I thought I had left them when I moved and was very happy to find them. I also had a dangerously low cutting v-neck shirt. It didn’t used to be so snug and was my moms shirt. It showed way more cleavage than should be allowed in any state. However, this was the types of clothing my mother wore all the time. Frankly, I didn’t have much to choose from. Pulling my hair back into a loose pony tail I took a deep breath and walked through the forbidden adjoining door.
This time I was actually able to look around. I noticed the room was a lot bigger than I initially thought. There was a desk in the corner with books laying all over it. Throw rugs scattered on the old polished wood floor. A big wooden bed stood in the middle of the room, with a couple of dressers in the corner. The walls were painted a dark green and the television was located directly in front of the bed sitting on another dresser. There was an old comfortable looking couch sitting next to the bed. The room truly looked like his place of solace.
“Hey Madison.” He said walking over to me. I could feel his gaze on me and it made me nervous. He was trying his best to look in her eyes and not below her chin. What did she expect really? “If your to uncomfortable to sit on the bed, I could throw some pillows down on the floor and we could sit down there.”
Not liking the prospect of sitting on the floor with a bum ankle I chose the bed instead. The whole idea of it making me nervous anyhow. Coming over to me he threw some pillows up against the headboard so we could sit up more. He then moved around it and flopped down on the bed. More cautiously I sat down also scooting as far over to the edge as I could get. Carefully lifting my legs and ankle as to not hurt it anymore.
Looking down, “Your ankle feeling any better?” Before I could answer he was leaning down and taking my foot in his hands inspecting it.
“Yeah it feels better. Thank you.” Leaning back up against the pillows he grabbed the remote and turned the movie on. The only thing he could think about was reaching over to hold her but, knew he couldn’t. The urge to do so was killing him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Not realizing he was staring at her he shifted uncomfortably. “Nothings wrong. Did you want me to go downstairs to get you anything?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you want to talk about the letter?”
Watching the movie, “You have it. You can read it. It’s pretty self-explanatory.”
“Are you sure you want me to read it?”
“Go ahead. I don’t have much use for it anymore. Besides, I’ve read it.”
Reaching into his back pocket he pulled it out and unfolded it reading it quickly. When he was finished, he looked over at me with an angry look in his eyes. “That was cold.”
“Yeah, cold is a good word for my mother.”
Reaching over and taking my chin in his hand he forced me to look at him. “That’s not what I meant babe.” Looking at him I couldn’t help but to stare straight into that gorgeous face.
“You know what I like?” Catching him off guard.
Gavin’s eyebrow arched up in question. “What do you like?”
“I like it when you call me babe.” That made his eyes soften back up and he was even more breathtaking. “I never liked being called Madison. Dad always called me Maddie. But, mom always
“Do what babe?”
“Make me laugh when I’m so upset?”
“I guess it’s a talent of mine.” Looking down at her he wanted to kiss her so badly but, knew that was a line he couldn’t cross. “Alright, just hobble in my room when your ready.” He said walking away.
I stood looking at his door for probably five minutes trying to get the courage to go in. I don’t know what I’m so worked up about. We are just watching a movie. Not a big deal. Glancing into the mirror one last time. I had baggy sweats on that looked more like bed pants. I thought I had left them when I moved and was very happy to find them. I also had a dangerously low cutting v-neck shirt. It didn’t used to be so snug and was my moms shirt. It showed way more cleavage than should be allowed in any state. However, this was the types of clothing my mother wore all the time. Frankly, I didn’t have much to choose from. Pulling my hair back into a loose pony tail I took a deep breath and walked through the forbidden adjoining door.
This time I was actually able to look around. I noticed the room was a lot bigger than I initially thought. There was a desk in the corner with books laying all over it. Throw rugs scattered on the old polished wood floor. A big wooden bed stood in the middle of the room, with a couple of dressers in the corner. The walls were painted a dark green and the television was located directly in front of the bed sitting on another dresser. There was an old comfortable looking couch sitting next to the bed. The room truly looked like his place of solace.
“Hey Madison.” He said walking over to me. I could feel his gaze on me and it made me nervous. He was trying his best to look in her eyes and not below her chin. What did she expect really? “If your to uncomfortable to sit on the bed, I could throw some pillows down on the floor and we could sit down there.”
Not liking the prospect of sitting on the floor with a bum ankle I chose the bed instead. The whole idea of it making me nervous anyhow. Coming over to me he threw some pillows up against the headboard so we could sit up more. He then moved around it and flopped down on the bed. More cautiously I sat down also scooting as far over to the edge as I could get. Carefully lifting my legs and ankle as to not hurt it anymore.
Looking down, “Your ankle feeling any better?” Before I could answer he was leaning down and taking my foot in his hands inspecting it.
“Yeah it feels better. Thank you.” Leaning back up against the pillows he grabbed the remote and turned the movie on. The only thing he could think about was reaching over to hold her but, knew he couldn’t. The urge to do so was killing him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Not realizing he was staring at her he shifted uncomfortably. “Nothings wrong. Did you want me to go downstairs to get you anything?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you want to talk about the letter?”
Watching the movie, “You have it. You can read it. It’s pretty self-explanatory.”
“Are you sure you want me to read it?”
“Go ahead. I don’t have much use for it anymore. Besides, I’ve read it.”
Reaching into his back pocket he pulled it out and unfolded it reading it quickly. When he was finished, he looked over at me with an angry look in his eyes. “That was cold.”
“Yeah, cold is a good word for my mother.”
Reaching over and taking my chin in his hand he forced me to look at him. “That’s not what I meant babe.” Looking at him I couldn’t help but to stare straight into that gorgeous face.
“You know what I like?” Catching him off guard.
Gavin’s eyebrow arched up in question. “What do you like?”
“I like it when you call me babe.” That made his eyes soften back up and he was even more breathtaking. “I never liked being called Madison. Dad always called me Maddie. But, mom always
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