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Dirty Old Man

Erica

"Dammit," I muttered as I walked into the darkness of my apartment. I'd promised myself I wouldn’t let him sweep me off my feet, and he hadn't yet, but it was a matter of time. "Yeah, minutes."

If he wasn't everything I'd dreamt he could be over the last few years it would be different, but he was. Just because he had tucked tail and run the weekend before didn't mean he wasn't still that man underneath the fear.

I pulled my dress over my head and changed into a pair of jeans, a nice blouse and black flats. A quick brush through my hair and touch up on my lipstick and I was jogging back downstairs. Annoyance at the fluttering of my heart rose up sharply in my chest. How could I so quickly forgive him?

Because he was earnestly sorry. He wasn't a dick, he was lost but searching, just like I was.

He watched me like a hawk as I walked toward the car. It's the way I'd wanted him to look at me since meeting me.

What about Mitch?

"What about Mitch?" I snorted and reached for the car do
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