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"Wow. He was joking, by the way," Roman chuckles, leaning his head back against the pillows on Abby's bed.
"You crackhead," she scrunches her nose at me and I lean forward to her, placing my forehead against hers. I lean away and place a kiss under her ear.
"A couple million," I mumble and she shoots away, a gasp leaving her lips.
There's a lot that goes into the job. There are bonuses we get from doing jobs handed to us by the FBI, there are percentages each person in the FAA gets from each property we clear, and there are annual earnings, of course.
"Woah, hoss," she mumbles.
"Don't call me hoss," I place one more kiss on her lips.
"Well, I won't spend all your money, I promise," she grips onto my arm and pulls me onto the bed. It turns me on a little bit but obviously there are other people in the room, unfortunately.
"It'sourmoney."
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Grey's sad. I can tell that much.
Sitting at the end of my bed, fixing my hairdo, he still lays underneath my covers looking down at me.
Abby and Roman are already saying their goodbyes as our orientation time comes closer and closer.
"I'll walk you to the car," I hear Abby tell Roman and soon I hear the door opening and closing. I scoot closer to him and eventually, I just wriggle my way on top of him.
I feel powerful above him. I feel like he reallyismy b-word. Even though he already is. I lay my body flat on top of him, not worrying about crushing him like he tries not to do to me.
I lean down under his closely watching eyes and I place a kiss on his jaw because I know he likes it when I do that. Sure enough, when I pull away his eyes are closed. He slowly opens them back up and I smile at him.
He reaches his arms around me and he just hugs me tightly to him. Then he trails his hands up the sides of my legs but I ignore that.
"I can come home on the weekends and you can drive up here whenever you want, okay?" I assure him. He just nods, never taking his head out of my neck. He sits up and I pull away slightly.
"And I'll call you all the time," I smile.
"Promise?"
"I promise," I nod, "I can't go very long without talking to my very best friend."
"Aka the love of your fuckin' life," he grumbles.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the love of my life," I admit. Of course, he's the love of my life.
"Don't leave Bear out, hear me? Let him sleep with you and you best water my flowers," I point my finger at his face. If I come home this weekend and my flowers are dead, Grey is going to be dead.
"Okay," he nods and I'm pleased with his seemingly convincing answer.
"And I promise that I will behave myself, I won't do drugs, I'll stay away from polo-wearing fratboys, and I'll remember to feed myself," I assure him.
Walking down to the car with him, I'm also a little sad. We won't be sleeping together anymore.
That's what she said.
At the car, I slap his butt a nice good time. He kisses me for a good thirty seconds and then he leaves.
Then Abby and I head off to orientation, scared for our lives.
