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And I’m gone.
I thrust once, twice more, and come hard, groaning against her skin.My fingers lock on her hip, the vibrator still trembling between us, dragging out every last wave until she collapses boneless beneath me.
The world narrows to heat and sweat and her.
We breathe.
We tangle.
She shifts back, pressing her forehead to my shoulder, her body melting into mine.
“You remembered Lady Grey’s book,” she whispers.
“You told me it made you feel all the feelings,” I murmur.“I bought that signed copy six months ago.Just in case I ever saw you again.”
And when she curls tighter against me, I know:
This is our story.
And I’ll fight for every last page.
Chapter thirty
EVE
Progressreport:
Day 14 to Day 16:Living in a Hallmark movie.Cookie baking.Gingerbread competition (3rd place, despite Adam's anatomical chimney.Yes,Chimney.And celebrated Megan's Santa Hat which did win a prize).Three emergency calls for Adam.Four shifts at the clinic.Six times Sally "accidentally" caught us kissing.
Day 17:Adam practicing his presentation for the board meeting.His dedication to teaching is...impressive.He is impressive.
Day 18:Mid-December already.Dorothy stole all the bows from Sally's presents.Blanche helped.LoverBoy has settled in a routine and I’ve been wondering if I can add one more dog.Three patients thanked me today.Chuck would be shocked.
Job search: Still rejections.Still waiting on the job posting at LC Hospital.And yes, I added Cape Cod Regional to my job alerts.For research.
Adam update?I… care.A lot.
The pipes are still groaning.But not as much leaking in the East Wing.Not that I’m asking about room updates.And the reviewer has been smiling more and more.
As I stroll down Main Street with LoverBoy trotting alongside me on his leash, I approach Mike's garage.Some people wave and a few even greet LoverBoy by name.His tiny legs work overtime to keep pace, but he seems determined not to let me out of my sight.
"You got to show me this town," Claire says through FaceTime, yawning as she throws her bag onto the floor and kicks off her shoes.
"Shouldn't you go to bed?"I ask, recognizing the bone-deep exhaustion of post-night shift.
"It was a hard night.I need Hallmark-movie-like real life."She squints at me as I wave at Noelle."It's nice to see you smile like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you won't apologize about it."
My smile reaches all the way to my eyes.I switch to the rear camera to show her the town and the garage.
"Is that...a real reindeer?"she asks.
"Nope.That's a horse stable behind the garage and a field."
"Interesting," she replies cautiously.Claire's fear of horses has been well-documented since our nursing school trip to a therapeutic riding center."They're big."
