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Besides her occasional batshit crazy moments and her tendency to make any serious conversation into a joke, I actually enjoy her company and her weird sense of humor.
But I know deep down she’s not the one for me.
“Bask in us,” she says, suddenly kissing my lips. “I’ll see you this weekend.”
“Okay,” I say, attempting to convince myself more than her. “I’ll try.”
8
GENEVIEVE
Two Weeks Later
Boston’s winter is determined to show me that wearing a short purple ruffle dress with sheer tights and stilettos is a bad idea.
The snow is falling so heavily that I can barely see two feet ahead of me when I line up outside Lauren’s Bridal Bar.
Taking out my ID, I show it to the bouncer and he ushers me inside.
The tables are set with wedding centerpieces and flickering candles. Their scented wax is softly melting into sparkling water.
I circle the room in search of Lauren and Brett, but they’re not here, so I scroll down to Brett’s name.
“Babe, don’t be mad at me,” he answers on the first ring.
“What is it?”
“I’m caught in traffic, so I’m running late.”
“No worries. I just got here.”
“Okay, good. See you within the hour.”
Lauren
I see you. Talking to a client at the door Be over soon!
“I slide my cock against her hymen, but it's tough like a diamond.” He snaps his fingers. “She feels warm, wet, and tight. The sensations are hard to fight…”
“As my heart aches,” the crowd recites the words with him like he’s a rockstar, “the condom breaks…"
I tilt my head to the side.
His words are still terrible, but they hit slightly different now that I’m older.
"When the rubber stretched,” He’s still confident as ever. “My cock compressed….”
When he finishes, I stand with the crowd for a loud ovation.
“This poem is still fucking awful,” a familiar voice says from behind.
I turn around to see Liam, but he isn’t speaking to me. Lauren is at his side, smiling.
“So, don’t add him to my approved poets list?” she asks.
“No.” Liam shakes his head, and she plants a kiss on his lips, but he never takes his eyes off mine.
“Show him around my bar and get us a good table on the VIP level, Genevieve,” Lauren says. “I’ll stand guard for Brett.”
