Page 87 of Barefoot Dreams
Toughtolove:Someone needs to go check on them. Tootsie roll @therunawaybride?
Therunawaybride:I’m squeamish when it comes to blood.
Tinyhousebigheart:What have you all done and why wasn’t I in on it?
Toughtolove:Viking, go see if the wedding night didn’t end in bloodshed.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:You all need so much help. I just saw Griffin walking out of Julie’s apartment.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine:Before you ask, yes, he was in one piece.
Zizilovingsoul:So, it worked? Can someone finally put me out of my misery?
PheonixG:It worked.
*Love Hive goes down due to an overwhelming number of messages.
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Not Dear Diary
It happened, right? That wasn’t just my dream? It really happened???
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Griffin
“I will return. I will find you. Love you. Marry you. And live without shame.” – Atonement
One day. Twenty-four hours. That’s all it took to change my life. To flip it upside down.
And here I was groaning and complaining about Loverly Cave and all of its nosey matchmakers. Never again.
I will never again say one bad word about them.
Sure, it could’ve all been avoided if I wasn’t such an idiot and talked to Julie earlier, but what’s done is done and now she’s mine.Mine.
God, I never knew I’d feel high just from hearing that statement. But that’s what Julie is to me. She’s my drug. My brand of heroin. My wild poppy. Mine.
There is still so much to talk about and figure out, but we have time. We can take this relationship as slow as we want, exploring each other, learning more about the people we are today instead of the kids we once were.
There is no rush to have any serious conversations yet, for now we are blissfully happy and that’s all that matters.
I’ll deal with her psycho brother later.
Way later.
We seal the deal with a few orgasms, take a shower together in her tiny bathroom, and make breakfast side by side. It all feels so natural, so right like we are meant to do it our whole lives.
I don’t want to leave her place, her bed, her—and I especially didn’t want to face the music of my last night’s actions, but I have to be on shift tonight. Reluctantly, I kiss her goodbye…then kiss her again and again and again until she screams my name in pleasure, so I know I can leave in peace.
And God, is the sex good.
I have no idea what kind of alcohol we drank last night but I vividly remember every last second of it. And thank God for that, because I don’t want to forget a single moment with her, even if that also brings all of my not-so-finer moments as well.
“There he is! The man of the hour,” Luke hollers from his office that’s left wide open. No doubt to see me as soon as I walk in. Otherwise, it’d be closed with rabid dogs guarding his peace and quiet. But the temptation to mess with me must’ve been too strong to resist.
“You know…I don’t remember gloating this bad when you were dating Grace.”
