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Jameson
I’m sitting on my couch, with the television on but muted. I glance at my phone, and find that it’s about six in the evening. I left Emma at her house this morning, with the understanding that she would shower and then meet me here.
I actually have a real date planned for us, at a fancy restaurant and everything. I planned something kinky and fantastic for us later tonight, complete with a small army of newly purchased s*x toys and restraints awaiting us in my bedroom.
Now, though, I am starting to wonder where she is. And that in itself bothers me… when did I start giving a f**k where any girl was?
That’s the problem. Emma isn’t just any girl. She’s wrapped herself around me, and grown inside me like a weed. Anytime I think about it too much, my heart does this squeezing t
