- Mature
- My Christmas Star
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Click hereWho the fuck was I to think I could be Mayor?
When Victoria mumbled a happy purr and snuggled into my side harder I knew the answer to that.
I was this woman's lover. And ... probably exactly as she had it planned ... there was soon going to be a wedding in our future. There was no way I was going to let this woman get away from me.
No way at all.
Because if I did, what did I really have going for me? Sad memories? A sailboat?
I eased my arm around Victoria and placed a kiss in her hair.
"Love you," I whispered.
"Um hum."
I smiled and kissed her hair again. "Sleep love, we have time."
We have time.
It's only Christmas day after all. There was still plenty of time left in this year for more disasters. Not that I cared.
See, I had found my star to set my true course by.
- COMMENTS
Thoroughly enjoyed this story.
I have noticed, after reading a number of your stories, you leave them hanging in an unwarranted anticipation.
No epilogues, or maybe I've been spoiled by other authors on LIT. Hmm pondering that one methinks.
An engaging and fun story. Glad I found this story and will be reading others of yours, too.
You are an excellent storyteller.
Thanks!
WOW, twisted and wonderful. Deep hurts and soaring joys. You're an artist and take your readers on an emotional rollercoaster. Thank you for this wonderful experience with love hate and sexual tension.
"It will require the least amount of monetary capital impute to do."
Pretty sure the word you are reaching for here is the noun 'input', not the verb 'impute', which means to lay blame or responsibility for something bad, usually falsely or at least in error.