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Post by Jules on Dec 23, 2008 22:00:09 GMT -5
"They are different." He snarled, feeling frustrated. "Tell him you'll be there for him when he gets out in a century but until then you have no obligation to him. He left you with no backup plan and no way to support yourself. And I'm here now, and..." Fuck it. It wasn't worth embarrassing himself over.
Cal pushed himself up and winced, sucking in air sharply. It still hurt but he didn't want to lay on her couch anymore. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?" He asked.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 23, 2008 22:24:01 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. She was trying to be nice, and that’s how he was going to act? With a great display of irritation, Cherry tossed aside the throw pillow and stomped off toward her bedroom, rooting around in Brolly’s closet until she found something that wasn’t a suit jacket. Cal had some valid points, of course. Cherry was basically single. Basically. Kind of. If she played her cards, she could probably keep any relationship she wanted to have secret—have her cake and eat it, too. She bit down on her lip, angry at Cal for putting these ideas in her head, angrier at herself for entertaining them.
“Here,” she said, shortly, tossing the undershirt at him, “It’s all I’ve got besides button-downs.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 23, 2008 22:47:45 GMT -5
Cal carefully and slowly pulled the undershirt over his head and stood on unsteady legs. "Thanks." He growled, not really meaning it. She made no sense to him and he didn't like being confused, especially by a woman.
"I'm going home." He muttered and didn't really care he was bloody all over, probably looked a horrific mess and wasn't wearing shows.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 24, 2008 0:23:48 GMT -5
“Fine. Want me to drive you?” She asked. Pissed she was, heartless?—debatable. She felt bad, after all, letting him go home alone in this condition. But it’s not like she was kicking him out. Right? She shouldn’t feel responsible. Right?
Cherry’s hand hesitated on the doorknob. “You sure you don’t want to stay overnight?”
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Post by Jules on Dec 24, 2008 0:31:56 GMT -5
Cal came to loom over her by the door. His hands came down on her tiny shoulders and he gripped her upper arms. Despite the pain, he lifted her up and kissed her soundly on the lips. "There's only one way I'll ever stay overnight again." He said gruffly and set her back down, fingering her jaw.
"See you at work."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 28, 2008 23:10:30 GMT -5
It took a great deal of effort for her to control herself. She tried her best to keep her lashes from fluttering as she leaned against the doorframe in forced indifference. That. Was. Sexy. Why did faithfulness have to be so hard? Cherry bit down on her lower lip, doing her best to avoid eye contact. She didn’t want him to know that he affected her as much as he did.
“Yeah, see ya,” she dismissed, pushing the door open without looking at him.
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Post by Jules on Dec 28, 2008 23:18:48 GMT -5
But Cal only grinned in triumph and chucked her chin gently. "Don't forget who I am." He could feel her want for him mount and it encouraged him to not give up. He'd have her, he knew it.
He walked out (limped out) of the apartment with a smug grin, entirely certain he'd be back on his conditions.
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