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I slapped the alarm clock and groaned, then shoved my hard cock into the mattress and groaned again for my misery.
Not a-fucking-gain.
Another fucking dream where I was fucking Talia Vienne Griggs.
Fuck. Me.
The name she called me, Dom, should have clued me in that it was a dream.
Yeah, I know, I don’t let her call me Dom, because like the sucker I am when it comes to Talia Vienne Griggs, hearing my full name on her lips, it’s like a calming balm for my soul.
***
Sparkles – Eat me, Paul Bunyan.
Be a fucking pleasure.
But I didn’t say that.
Instead, I typed out something else.
Me – Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want syphilis.
Sparkles – Dickhead.
I snorted.
Then my mind went back to the day she had told me about a woman she worked with, whose daughter had leukemia. Taliahad spent a few hours with her, and she loves anything sparkly. It had made her day to see the little girl so happy.
I recall the way my face went soft.
Just like it did in that very moment.
Fuck. Me.
***
Last night I had done something I rarely do.
I apologized, but I did it without words.
I knew she didn’t know that.
And that would be another secret, I got to keep.
But it was also because, for a few brief moments, I got to be close to her, breathing her in, as I placed a kiss on her forehead.
Chocolate and cherries.
I often wondered if she did that on purpose. Hunting for those combined scents in a perfume.
My fucking kryptonite.
***
I was in bay three working on an old Ford Fairlane when I heard a shout.
I looked up and, seeing who it was, I smiled.
