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JONES

Jones:

What’re you wearing?

Capri:

One kiss and you’re already asking for nudes?

Jones:

I recall it being much more than a kiss. You were there.

Capri:

Fine. *Sends picture of self in cherry pajamas.

Jones:

Virginal. I like it.

Capri:

Hound.

Jones:

When can I see you again?

Capri:

I think I can fit you in…Friday afternoon?

Jones:

It’s a date. I’ll pick you up.

Friday night came slowerthan I’d like.

Two weeks have passed since the best fucking day in Capri’s bedroom and I haven’t been able to wipe the stupid grin off my face.

I know there could be possible repercussions from touching her, but her permission left me no room to overthink it.

I might have set myself up to be hurt, but it’s a risk I’ll gladly take if it means there’s a chance.

I still need to figure out what that looks like for her.

Is she really ready? Something tells me Capri is not the type of woman to avoid feelings. Actually, I think it’s the opposite. She knows her feelings will lead her to love, which can also lead to hurt.

Hearing Capri’s story and how she lost Stevie explains so many gaps I had in my head about her reservations. Capri isn’t just a woman who was in a deceitful marriage and wound up divorced; she’s a mother to a baby boy who waits to be reunited with her someday.

Her love for Stevie alone is enough to last a lifetime. I know her choosing to love me will be exactly that—a choice. She doesn’t need me in her life, but I hope like hell she wants me there.

Lucky for her, I’ve spent too many years alone to bail now.

I’m all in.

I want a life partner and she better be fucking ready because my heart chooses her.

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