Cody Once I’ve calmed the hell down, I slide into some different boxer shorts and put on a jet black pair of Versace jeans, the least I can do is make an effort only I can see that Immi has. She’s not in her usual jeans, cut of denim shorts and her pony has been played with the way it flicks out at the bottom. Her make-up was immaculate, you know that Stepford Wives kind of perfect. I shake my head and chuckle wondering what is really going on. Maybe, she’s going to hand in her notice and has gone all out just to make me realize what I’ll be missing. Shit. I need her. It hits me like a full on juggernaut. I do need Immi. Why do I need Immi? My mind is darting off in all different directions, it’s wilder than a jack rabbit going here and there. My chest tightens, I can’t imagine Immi not being here with me in my home, I’d miss her. The banter, the sniping, her fragrance that floats around the entire house, her laughter when I can hear her talking to her bestie, Autumn. Her touch in t
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