Maybelline. Late at Night. 12:00am I tapped my fingers against the couch, glancing at the clock again. 12:14 a.m. This was officially the latest he’d ever been out since we began living together. After three days of silent treatment, I hadn’t expected to care this much about him not being home. But as the hours crept by, worry crept in too, making it impossible to sleep.Finally, I heard footsteps stumbling up the stairs, and relief washed over me as I sprang to my feet. The door creaked open, and there he was, barely standing, with a lazy, lopsided grin on his face. I tried to keep my expression steady.“Oh, May,” he slurred, dragging my name out like it was the most precious word he’d ever spoken. “Maybelline… I knew you’d still be awake for me.” My arms crossed automatically. “Where the hell have you been?!” I snapped, irritation evident in my voice. He could barely hold his liquor , yet he went ahead and drank himself to stupor.“You look beautiful, even when you’re angry.” He
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