“Well…um…yeah.”“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere. If there is one thing that I have learned, it’s their loss that they let you go. I’m always going to fight for you.”
Ah, melt, drip.
I pull him closer and kiss him passionately, deeply, trying to tell him in my own fucked up way that I appreciate him.
He pulls back and rest his forehead on mine, trying to calm his breathing.
“Tomorrow, you’re coming with me to the hospital,” he commands.
“’K,” I whisper.
He walks me to the front door, before kissing me quickly before pushing me inside the house.
I grin and walk into the house, to hear moaning and heavy breathing coming from the living room.
“Charlie?” I call out as I walk into the living room and turn on the light.
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