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Gabi
That was it. I wasn’t having it anymore.
I was tired of this hot and cold thing. Of laughing together one night, to his barking the next. And what was up with all the times we had almost kissed? Or the times we had kissed, even if it had been just for show? Those happened, right? And they had been as hot as hell. I wasn’t imagining them all, was I?
I hoped I wasn’t or I would just embarrass myself.
Half an hour before Tyler’s usual time to arrive home, I drank two glasses of wine to help me loosen up a little. Then, I took a quick shower, let my damp hair loosen, and put on just a big-sized gray T-shirt—it was off-shoulder, with long-sleeves, and it went down to my thighs, barely covering my a*s.
He got home almost fifteen minutes later than usual and I was already nursing my
