Forty
I WANT HER Monica was aware that Graham was fidgeting, his eyes sweeping over her kitchen, only confirming her suspicions that something was up. She'd figured as much when he'd turned up unannounced on her doorstep. "Graham," she frowned, slightly worried now, "what is it?" "What is what?" He asked, widening those perfect eyes. Monica shot him an are-you-serious look. "Cough it up, go on now." His shoulders slumped, and he sagged in the chair in defeat, fingers drumming nervously on the countertop. "We went to this ice cream place two days back," he started. "Ty, and Declan, and Addy and... Well, Nova." His fidgeting increased. "Alright?" She coaxed, treating him like a kid who didn't know how to say what he wanted. "And I was, um, tryin
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