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“I love you, Mom. More than you know,” I whisper into her hair, kissing her goodbye.

“Love you, my son. To the ends of the earth.”

I’ll never tire of hearing that. Underneath it all, my mother is in there. I was fortunate enough to get a glimpse of her today, making it a really fucking great day.

Until tomorrow.

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CAPRI

Jones:

Hey, Capri from Capri.

A big smilecrosses my face.

Capri:

Hi. What’s up?

Jones:

Oh, you know. Just standing outside your door waiting for you to answer.

Shit. He’s outside.

Capri:

Omg. You’re here?? I didn’t hear a knock.

Jones:

Hands are full. Thank fuck for Siri.

I rush to the front door, swinging it open wide.

“Hey! I didn’t know?—”

“Little help, sweetheart.”Oh, shoot. Right.

I step to the side, making way for Jones as he carries a massive box into my apartment.

“Where do you want it?” he asks, spinning in place and waiting for my answer. “Want it? Why do you have a TV?” I ask him, clueless as to why he brought that.

He smirks. “Great observation. You’re good at that. Now tell me where you want it, Capri, before I pick a place. This bitch is heavy.”

I point to the small shelving unit by the couch. “Over there works.”

He bought me a TV.“You bought me a TV?” I say again. It’s possible I could just be imagining it, so if I repeat myself, maybe it’ll wake me up from this dream.

“You’re really too good at this whole observation thing.” He smiles, clearing off the shelf and taking apart the box. “You needed one, and I want to watch TV with you. It’s a win-win.” Jones smirks.

“You’re insane.” I laugh and stand back, watching him work.

He’s fucking hot. This handyman side of Jones is the equivalent of a woman in a sundress to a man.

I might need to change my panties later.

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