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Chapter Twenty-Two

“Kelsey!” A muffled voice rumbled along with a pounding on my door.

The sound startled me, waking me from my spot on the couch. I’d fallen asleep watching a Nicholas Sparks movie with a tub of ice cream, again.

Adjusting my clothing, a super-hot t-shirt from a 5k I ran in college and yoga pants, I sluggishly moved from the couch to the door. 

Peeking through the hole made me lose my breath. The very reason for the cheesy love stories and unhealthy amounts of sugar was standing there, demanding to see me. My stomach tightened. The pain that twisted my gut wouldn’t go away, and was on full blast now that he was so close. I’d avoided his texts, contemplating how to respond to them.

Give it up Craft, I’m not interested.

Really? Dinner? So you can beg for me to come back to work? Pshhhhh

Why? So you can fuck me in the bathroom?

Yes, take me to dinner and kiss me until our lips are numb. 

Tell me you wan
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