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My Father's Best Friend I'm Here
LanieThe thought that he had me made me pull my hand back. I would be by Andrew’s side no matter what, but he had to invite me over first. And I didn’t know what this evening spent together meant. At any moment, he could open his mouth and announce he wanted to be alone again, and I would have to respect that.“Sit with me on the couch,” he said, his eyelids heavy.I nodded and stood. Andrew took my hand, leaving his drink behind.In the living room, he pulled me into his shoulder and ran the back of his hand down my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t know why. Maybe they were the result of the all-around emotional week. Or the result of mine and Andrew’s entire relationship, which had been a roller coaster from nearly the beginning.“Is this all right that I’m here?” I asked, the question having been burning in my mouth since I walked through the door. “You said you wanted some time alone, and I want to make sure—”“I know.” Andrew dropped h
My Father's Best Friend Back Together Again
AndrewKissing Lanie with everything I had, I picked her up. Her legs went around my waist, latching tight to me. She’d never know how much I needed this, but maybe I could give her a hint. With every touch, with every kiss, I wanted to show her that she was something special.She’d always hold a cherished spot in my heart. No matter what came next.I didn’t need to look to see where I was headed. I knew the dark house well. Navigating the hallway, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, where the floor lamp in the far corner cast a soft glow.Laying Lanie on the bed, I gently eased my weight onto hers. Her arms were still around my neck, and her face was painted with a soft passion.“I missed you,” she said.I nearly convulsed from the force of the words. “I missed you,” I repeated, dipping down and taking her lips.Our tongues danced, familiar heat and unknown desire mixing together. I pushed my hands under her back, bringing her closer to me. I couldn’t get her near enough
My Father's Best Friend Can't Stop
AndrewLanie’s legs fell open as I approached, her intoxicating scent drawing me in. Taking her thighs in my hands, I spread them as wide as they would go. Lanie’s fleshy, lower lips stretched open, welcoming me back.Taking my time, I licked a line up her lips and to her mound. She tasted of the both of us—a combination I would never have guessed I would like, but that I now found I loved. As I flicked my tongue against her nub, she trembled.Soft noises left Lanie’s mouth, interspersed with requests for me to keep going. I took my time, giving one unhurried lick and then another. She grabbed at the roots of my hair, holding me tightly.Grasping her thighs so hard, my nails dug into her skin, I suckled faster. Lanie screamed through her release, the sound music that made burning desire fill me.She tried to wiggle away, too sensitive for my touch, but I held her tight and licked her dry. Soon a second round of heated gasps filled the room, and she squirmed with need all over again.S
My Father's Best Friend Stop Shutting Me Out
LanieI rolled over in bed, looking for Andrew’s warmth.But it wasn’t there.Groggy, I sat up and blinked. The light was dim, but there was enough of it coming through the curtains that I could see I was alone in the bedroom.“Andrew?” I called.When he didn’t answer, I climbed out of bed. The chilled air hit my bare skin instantly. Looking around, I saw my sweater from the night before. Tugging it on, I padded out into the hallway and to the top of the stairs.There, his voice wafted up from somewhere in the living room or kitchen. The words were muffled, so I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Judging from the lack of anyone else responding, he was on the phone.At least his tone of voice didn’t sound particularly angry or sad.A memory from the night before came back to me, and I smiled to myself. For sure, my favorite place to be in the whole world was Andrew’s arms. I hoped that the night we’d had made his soul feel at least a tad bit lighter. If not, then perhaps seeing Raven wo
My Father's Best Friend Is This Goodbye?
LanieLast Saturday came back to me. Cuddled up in bed at the resort, I’d told Andrew I loved him. He’d asked me to repeat myself, so I assumed he hadn’t heard my confession.Now, it was strange that he was saying he’d never know how to show me how much he cared. All it took was three simple words. People said them to each other all the time.And yet, here he was being vague and speaking in near-riddles.“I know you care,” I told him. I wanted to reach for his hand, but his arms were still folded tightly.“You’ve opened me up again.” His voice cracked, and he swallowed.“You’ve changed me too,” I softly said, taking a small step forward.Andrew’s shoulders loosened, and he dropped his arms, gaze sweeping across my face. His lips parted, and he looked as if he might reach for me, but he didn’t.“This coma has shown me how stretched thin I am,” he quietly said. “Even with your help, I haven’t been giving Raven enough attention.”“Yes, you have,” I quickly answered.“Then why did I not k
My Father's Best Friend A Miracle
Andrew“Black coffee,” I told the barista behind the hospital’s coffee bar.“Make that two,” a familiar voice chimed in from right behind me.Turning around, I found Bob. Before I could fully register his sudden appearance, he clapped me on the shoulder. “I know you’re probably thinking I should have called.”“I—”“But I did.”My shoulders slumped as my stomach fell. “Yeah. I haven’t been a very good friend, have I?”“You don’t need to be right now.” Bob dropped a bill on the counter and took both of our coffees. “A coffee kiosk in the hospital. Swanky,” he said as he walked over to some seats at the edge of the main waiting room.I followed, accepting my coffee cup and taking a seat next to him. “I haven’t known how to, ah, talk to anyone lately.”“Andrew. It’s fine.” He took a careful sip of his coffee and watched me over the lid. I cringed. Was he here to lecture me about breaking up with Lanie?Well, he could save his breath, because I’d already given myself enough grief about tha
My Father's Best Friend What Did She Say?
Andrew“Raven,” I gasped, crouched at her bedside. I rested my hand lightly on hers. “Raven, can you hear me?”She clenched her closed eyes tighter and groaned. My heart fluttered wildly as I pressed the button to call for the nurse.“She talked!” I nearly yelled the second the nurse appeared.The woman’s eyes went wide. “She did?”“Yes! I was reading to her, and she said it was boring!”The nurse came to Raven’s bedside. “Honey, can you hear me?”Raven’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Her eyebrows pinched together, and she blinked as she stared at the nurse. “Yeah,” she slowly said.Her voice was gravelly and uncertain, but it was hers. Raven was awake.“I’ll get Doctor Matthews,” the nurse said.I could only nod. Tears filled my eyes, and I pressed my fist against my mouth.Raven turned her face to me as the nurse left the room. “Dad.”“Yeah.” I bent next to her bed. “It’s me. How are you feeling?”“Crappy.”I laughed, and it almost turned into a sob, but I swallowed that down. I neede
My Father's Best Friend It's All Good
LanieI rubbed my eyes, realizing I’d read the entire staff email Principal Stafford had sent out and not understood a single word.“Okay,” I exhaled, leaning in closer to my computer screen. “Focus.”And yet I couldn’t. Again, the words on the screen turned into mush. It was like I’d forgotten all the English I’d ever learned.Dropping back into my chair in frustration, I looked around my office. For a while there, the place had begun to feel familiar. Now it didn’t. Now I felt like a stranger in my own life.Wherever I went, I felt out of place. School. My home. My car.On Monday, I must have spent a good two hours staring at the painting in my living room that Andrew had bought me, overwhelmed by competing urges to burn the thing or throw myself onto it, sobbing. In the end, I simply consumed half a bottle of wine and fell asleep on the couch.I’d been avoiding my parents’ calls, and I faked being sick on Sunday night to get out of yoga and drinks with Erica. Usually, after a break
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