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ounging on the futon,
I nibbled on a chocolate chip cookie and stared at the television through watery eyes. Big, comforting hands massaged my shoulders, and I gulped harshly before sniffling loudly.
“She’s about to save him! Look! It’s so- so pure and sweet and- and entirely- impractical!” Against my back, Roark shuffled slightly, and I inhaled sharply as his arms wrapped around my waist. “Heroism doesn’t have to come from a man! Oh my God…”
“Ally, you really weren’t lying when you said you were going to cry even without alcohol, huh…” Blinking hard, I didn’t bother to answer Roark’s rhetorical question, and he didn’t seem to want to press the issue. The television had almost all of my attention, and I shoved the rest of my cookie in my mouth. Shivers raked my spine from the f
