Текст книги "Scorched"

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–Nan.”

He continues, “I just need you to both take these documents with you and return them within seven business days with your decision on what to do with the property.” He hands us a sealed envelope and thanks us for our time. Standing, he shakes our hands and apologizes for having to run out.

After he leaves Hale and I sit there in silence, reflecting upon the words we were just told. Getting up from the chair slowly, I walk towards him and climb into his lap. His arms automatically wrap around me, and as the sobs rack my body, I know in my heart that Hale is here to stay.

Hale

The entire ride home she hasn’t said a word. With her hand clasped tightly in mine, she stares out the window watching the city pass by. The lights cast a shadow on her face and I can see the tears against her cheeks. It kills me to see her hurt.It causes an actual pain inside my chest. Bringing her hand to my lips, I place a kiss against the smooth skin of her palm. Finally, a smile graces her lips, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Everything is going to be okay Sweet Girl. We have to think about all the good things in life that surround us.” Pulling into the driveway at Nan’s, I park and shut the car off. She climbs over the center console and into my lap. Wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, she lays her head on my chest and sighs.

“Do you know when I realized that I was in love with you?” I whisper to her with my lips against her hair. I feel her shake her head no.

“We were fourteen. You were standing outside my window at two am, throwing rocks at it until I answered. I remember being so fucking mad seeing you out there in your pajamas, soaked to the bone. It was freezing and when I opened the door I was ready to throw you over my knee even then and spank your ass. You were standing there clutching this little ball of fur that looked like a drowned rat. You told me you heard meowing by your window and you couldn’t stand the thought of it being out there in the rain all alone. We stayed next to the fire with that damn cat until you both stopped shivering and fell asleep in my lap. I knew then I would move the ends of the earth for you. Anything in this world you wanted from me, I would’ve done it then to make you happy. You’re the only girl I’ve ever been inside. The only girl I’ve kissed. Some would call me a pussy, but you know what Ember, fuck them and fuck what they think. I’ve been in love with you my entire life. You’re perfection. You’re smart, kind, and God, so fucking beautiful it blinds me. I will spend my entire life loving you and treating you like a queen. I know our lives haven’t gone as planned. I know I broke your heart and I’m so sorry baby, so fucking sorry. I’ll spend every day making up for that, but God gave us a second chance. We have to take these bad days and get through them together. It’s not going to be easy and we know that. Shit, nothing in our lives has ever been easy, but we have each other and that’s all that matters.” Pausing, I place her hand over my heart, “You feel that Ember? It beats for you. I will love you until it stops beating, and even after that. Some days I thought I would never make it out of there alive, but I would feel my heart beating and know I had to fight. I had to make it home to you. I did it for you, Ember. I promised I would come home to you. It took longer than I ever wished it would but I’m here now.” I use my thumb to wipe away the tears that fall from her cheeks.

“What do you feel is right baby? There is no wrong answer. If you want to sell the house and live at the apartment, then that’s what you can do. I don’t expect to move in with you and marry you tomorrow, Ember. Fuck, it feels like we picked up right where we left off, but I want you to be comfortable at the pace that we move. It’s in your hands, baby.” My chest feels lighter and less constricted getting that out. I need her to know that I’m here for as long as she’ll let me be. And I will marry her. I will marry her tomorrow if she fucking let me.

“I just can’t let it go, Hale. I can’t let this house go. It feels like I would be betraying her... How many memories does this house hold for me? For you? Can you imagine anyone else living in it? Making the memories that WE deserve?” Her voice cracks and a sob breaks through. I pull her tight against me as her entire body shakes with sobs. Fuck, she’s killing me.

“Sweet girl, calm down. Take some deep breaths, I don’t want you to be sick. C’mon baby, just take a few deep breaths.” I tell her rubbing my hand against the soft skin of her back, hoping my touch will calm her.

We stay wrapped in each other for so long I lose track of time. The rain started a while back and the wind howls with each thunderclap. Her breathing evens out and I think she’s fallen asleep when she pulls back and looks at me, running her thumb across my lip. I swear those blue eyes can see in my fucking soul.

“You are a good man, Hale Jarreau. Whenever they came to the door, to tell me you were... gone... I blacked out and they caught me as I fell. God it was so horrible. I keep having nightmares that I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. Like you were never really here at all. I just could never wrap my head around the fact that you were gone. Everyone told me to move on, to live life, to find happiness with someone else, but I couldn’t Hale. I couldn’t let you go. I knew in my heart it wasn’t right. I would have these dreams about you, that you were here and I guess it was because I knew. You’re my soulmate, Hale. The ache I felt in my chest was like a physical pain... Something I lived with until I saw you sitting in that auditorium. I thought I was insane until I saw you standing in the shop. I don’t know what the future will throw at us, but I can’t be without you again. I can’t do it Hale, it almost killed me. Promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise.” She pleads, holding my face between her hands.

“Till forever, baby.”

Chapter 4

Ember

Reaching for the door handle, I open it and run towards the house. I can feel the freezing rain soaking me through and my makeup running down my face. I look down and see the t-shirt clinging to my body and by the look that Hale’s giving me, he sees it too. I unlock the house and step inside, peeling the wet layers from my body as I go.

“I’m going to run upstairs and change, then I’m going to put a pizza in the oven and work on my paper. Do you want to stay?” I stand there shivering and run my hands up my arms. I feel my nipples press against the thin fabric of my bra and I pray he doesn’t see.

“I need to go home and get Deacon... do some things around the house,” he tells me, trying to look everywhere but my chest. He isn’t doing a very good job. His eyes drop to my chest and I can see the heat behind his stare. “We’ll talk more in the morning baby, I love you.” He presses a quick kiss to my cheek and leaves, leaving me dumfounded.

Turning on my heel, I head upstairs and close the door as I walk into the bathroom. Removing the soaked clothes from my body I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand it and climb inside.

I’ve been lying in bed for hours, listening to the rain pound against this old tin roof. You’d think after so long it would’ve put me to sleep but no, I’ve tossed and turned to the point of frustration. My body seems restless along with my mind that’s preoccupied with Hale being a hundred feet from me. It’s like we were teenagers all over again. The thunder rolls and the lightning flashes outside the window, causing me to jump. I’ve loved thunderstorms since I was a child, always taking solace with Nan when they would pass through. Hurricane season is a normal thing in the south and basically a way of life. I hear a fist pound against the door through the sound of the storm and I dash from bed. Taking the stairs two at a time, I reach the door in record time and yank it open. Standing there in the pouring rain, drenched from head to toe is Hale. The water soaks through his shirt causing it to cling to his body and my nipples harden at the sight. God, this man is like my own personal sin. Hale stalks forward and backs me into the house. Cornering me like I’m the prey and he’s the predator. Once we’ve made it over the threshold he kicks it closed with his foot and pounces, grabbing the nape of my neck and pulling me forward as he captures my lips. His tongue slips inside my mouth and he tastes like whiskey and mint, a combination I never thought to find appealing, until now. I feel his teeth tug at my bottom lip, pulling it to him and sucking it into his mouth. I feel the wetness coat my panties and I groan against his mouth. Suddenly, I’m hoisted off my feet and pinned against the door. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and l can feel him hard against the one place I ache. I move my hips searching for friction to get relief and he breaks the kiss, bringing his forehead against my own.

“I couldn’t wait any longer. I laid in that fucking bed and thought about you so close to me, and I couldn’t wait. I had to be here with you, with you laid out beneath me and your skin against mine. God Ember you consume every thought in my mind. I feel like I’m losing it. I’m trying to take it slow, but I’m dying.” He pauses and I feel his lips so close to my own I can’t tell where his breaths begin and mine end.

“Bring me upstairs Hale; I need this just as bad as you do. I never asked for slow.” I whisper against his ear and he pulls me from against the door. I see him lock the deadbolt behind him and then he’s headed for the stairs, never letting my feet touch the ground. His lips touch some part of my body, always, and his hands drift lower to my ass, pressing my center against his hardness. My body is buzzing with desire and anticipation. Using his foot to nudge the door open, he lays me on the bed and reaches behind his head to pull his t-shirt off. His body is perfection. The muscles in his abdomen can be counted, and the tattoos on his chest paint a picture so beautiful, I can hardly stand it. I sit up and reach for the hem of the old ratty nightshirt I slipped on before bed, getting ready to toss it to the floor when he halts me-

“Don’t. That’s for me Sweet Girl. I can’t tell you how long I’ve dreamed of stripping you bare and sinking myself inside you. Don’t take that from me.” His voice sounds hoarse and tight, like his composure is barely there. Rising up to my knees I let it go and pull him towards me, pressing hot, wet kisses to his chest. “I’m trying not to lose control and to take it slow Em, but fuck I can’t wait to feel you move above me.” He tells me as he kisses a path down my neck, leaving a fiery trail in the midst. It’s as if I’m scorched. His lips leaving their mark on not just my body, but my soul. I feel his fingers brush against my thighs, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he reaches the hem of my shirt and pulls it above my head. My body is laid out bare for him beside the white lace panties I threw on earlier tonight. This man is wreaking chaos on my body, and I’m begging to be lost.

Hale

Her tight little body on display in front of me causes the last thread of restraint I had to snap. Pulling her to me, I assault her mouth with my own. I lay her down beneath me and bring my weight down on top of her. Weaving my fist in the hair that’s at her nape, I give it a jerk to the side to get better access to her neck. I feel her little hands grasping at my belt buckle, trying her hardest to get it loose. Fuck, those little pants leaving her mouth make my knees weak. She lets out a frustrated sigh when my belt buckle proves to be stuck. Ah, my sweet sassy girl. Chuckling, I begin my descent down her chest. Taking my time with each rosy peak. My mouth waters with the sight of them, hard and greedy for attention. Drawing it in my mouth, I suck and she thrashes below me, pleas falling from her lips as she pushes her fingers through my hair. That’s it baby, show me my feisty girl. Using my tongue, I trace down the flat plane of her stomach to her belly button and dip my tongue inside. I run my finger down the damp spot forming on those perfect little white panties. My dick aches knowing I put that spot there. The caveman inside me begs to be released. I want to mark her body, burying myself so deep inside her we become one. Letting my cum coat her insides.The spot where no other man will be. Using my tongue I lick her through her panties and her body bows from the bed. Moving her panties to the side I lap up her wetness with a broad swipe of my tongue. I close my eyes and silently thank Jesus for sending me my own personal slice of heaven. Her pussy tastes like the most delicious thing I’ve ever put on my tongue. I hastily slide them down her hips and toss them aside. Slipping my middle finger inside her I curl it in a come hither motion, rubbing against the spot that will have her gripping my hair wild... I devour her like she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, until I feel her walls tighten against my finger and I snatch my finger back, halting the orgasm that is trying to consume her body.

Her words come out breathless, “Really Hale? Jesus!” I chuckle against her thigh, nipping with my teeth and praying it leaves a mark.

“Sorry Sweet Girl, the next time you cum will be when I’m buried inside you.” I tell her as I begin kissing up her body. Suddenly, she sits up and I’m pushed flat onto my back. Her hands are against my chest and nails digging in as she straddles my waist, her pussy rubbing against my dick that is straining against my pants. The only barrier between us is the denim she is grinding herself against. Jesus I’ll cum in my pants if she doesn’t stop. Seeing her head thrown forward, her hair like a curtain between us. As she works herself against me, it’s enough to fucking do it. It reminds me how much things have changed not only between u,s but to us. She’s not the shy, little doe I once knew. The girl above me is confident, sexy, and brazen. Wrapping those soft brown locks around my wrist I pull her head up slightly. I want to see those baby blues staring back at me. Her fingers fumble with my belt and she finally yanks it free, pulling it loose and working the button open. Before I’m able to stop her, she slides her hand inside my boxer briefs and wraps around me. My dick pulses at her touch. Her eyes flare with desire as she frees me from my briefs. She uses one hand to yank them down and the other to run her thumb over the pre cum forming at the tip. My sweet sassy girl is taking charge. Fuck, she’s a goddess. I move her hand away and get up quickly, losing the jeans and briefs. Standing in front of her naked, her eyes travel the length of my body and she bites her lip. That fucking lip biting makes me want to bend her over my knee and spank her perfect little ass. I reach for her and lower her to the bed; our mouth’s taking anything that comes into reach. It’s a frenzy as we come together. Her nails dig into my back, urging me closer and I can feel her warm and wet, rubbing against my cock that aches to be inside her. Reaching for her hands, I thread them together and lift them to the headboard.

“Are you sure Ember? Is this what you want?” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears, hoarse and scratchy.

“Do you have doubts Hale?” She whispers back, her eyes wide. As if I haven’t been dreaming about this shit for years. She has no idea what she fucking does to me.

“There’s no place in the world I’d rather be than here Sweet Girl,” I pause, dropping my forehead against hers. “God Em, you consume my thoughts. Even in the pits of Hell l I sought you out. I can’t imagine life without you.”

She removes her hand from mine and grasps my dick, bringing it closer to her and I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, trying not to lose control. She cums first, always. I slowly slide inside, moving slowly to let her adjust. She cries out and I immediately pause. She breathes deeply then pushes me farther inside her with her feet against my ass. There’s no way to describe what being inside her feels like. The only thing I think of is coming home. My body fits with hers like she was made just for me. I pull back slowly and sink inside her until we’re skin to skin. Her nails score my back, urging me on and I pick up her thigh, hooking it against my hip, to get a better angle. I start moving inside her, her pussy grips me like a vise, and I know there’s no way I’ll last long. This is the first time I’ve been inside anyone since I left her. Just the thought alone has me picking up speed, my thrusts hard and fast. I feel my balls slap against her ass and she cries out, my name spilling from her lips. I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, and my balls drawing up tight, so I reach down to rub her clit. I won’t go without her. Bringing my mouth to hers, I swallow the breathy moans leaving her lips. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Let me feel you.” I whisper against her lips. I slam inside her once more and I feel her come apart beneath me. Her orgasm squeezes around my cock, and I let go. Together we cum, our bodies perfectly in sync. I drop my body down on hers, wishing I could get even closer to her. Fuck, it never feels close enough. Moving inside her slowly, she milks every drop from my cock.

“God Ember. I fucking love you. Fuck, I love you so much.” Planting kisses all over her face, I draw a giggle from her lips. She looks like a goddess beneath me. Her cheeks heated and pink, all for me.

Still buried inside of her and I’m already thinking of having her again. As we lay there skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, I thank God for the second chance He’s given me. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for Ember. Finally pulling out of her body, I press my lips against hers and then get off the bed. Walking to the bathroom to clean up. Grabbing a rag, I quickly run the warm water over it and clean myself off. I grab a separate rag for her and wet it. Walking into the bedroom I see her laid out in the bed, her hair mussed and she’s drifting off. I bring the rag between her legs and clean her off. Taking care of her is my number one priority in the world. I toss the rag aside and climb in beside her, pulling her into my arms. The storm still rages outside and I know immediately she’s asleep. Her chest rises and falls softly against my own. The storm rages on outside and my eyes drift shut. I doubt I’ll get a peaceful moment of rest, but if there was anything that would give me peace it’s this beautiful girl lying in my arms.

I wake up suddenly with the feeling of dread creeping up my spine and my body drenched in sweat. Fuck, I’m glad I woke up before the flashbacks started. I don’t want her to have to see that shit. I feel Ember stir beside me, snuggling in closer and sighing against my chest. I hate that this shit even touches her. I kick the sheet off and try to cool down. Her nipples harden against my chest with the sudden cool air and my mouth waters. My dick stirs to life and I reach over and lay her gently on her back. Her hair fanned out behind her makes her looks like a fucking dream. She never stirs as I spread her legs and run my tongue along her pussy. I take my time devouring her, and finally as I suck her tiny little clit into my mouth her hands find my head, pushing my face harder against her. Pulling back a fraction I look up at her and find her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.

“Mornin’ baby,” I smirk and plant kisses along her thighs. Moving up her body I settle against her and tease her opening with my cock, barely pushing inside and then pulling back. Her moans against my ear give me exactly what I need and I spend the rest of the morning relearning her body in the best way.

Ember

Hale and I are sitting on the couch, watching Sons of Anarchy reruns and sharing a bowl ofCaptain Crunch at three in the afternoon. He kept me up until the sunlight began streaming in the windows and I am not complaining. Having him next to me doing something as simple as watching TV and eating Captain Crunch seems like a dream. It’s hard not to touch him constantly, when it feels like he could disappear in front of me.

“I’m going to keep the house, Hale. I know you’re working on your dad’s house, so I’ll talk with B and see if I can move in here and she can stay at the apartment. I don’t want to leave her with more of a burden than she can handle. Is that okay?” He smirks, “You don’t have to ask me Em. This is just as much yours as mine. I hope one day I’ll get you under the same roof as me, but we can take things at your pace. I know school and dance is going to be a lot.” He picks my hand up and kisses the palm.

“It’s not like you’ll be very far... It’ll be just like we’re in high school again. Minus the dry humping.” I laugh, giving him a playful shove.

“Nope, but a lot of fucking humping babe.” Good Lord.

Hale decided today that he wanted to take me on a real date. Things have been so hectic with Nan’s house and dance, especially with school starting up in a few days, it’ll be nice to have time together. I feel like there’s so much new to learn about him. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I’m planning to cook a meal for him and B and Nashville. I know a few of Nan’s recipes and it’s just Hale and I. Neither of us have any family outside of each other. I tried to ask Hale where he was taking me tonight, but he’s tight lipped. The only thing he’s said is wear something comfortable and be ready by seven. I’ve been trying to unpack as many boxes as possible today to have some resemblance of organization. Everything’s strewn around and I can’t find half of the things I’m looking for. I decide on a simple cream sweater and a dark wash pair of jeans that go perfect with the brown riding boots I just miraculously pulled from a box. After stepping out of the shower, I take extra time to blow dry and curl my hair, letting it fall in long waves down my back. I sit down at the old cherry wood antique vanity that was passed down to Nan from great grandmamma to me, and take a moment to look at myself. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are bright, and my skin looks healthy. It’s as if just having Hale near me brings out the best in me.

I hear footsteps behind me and I see Hale leaning against the doorway, watching me in the mirror. I was so lost in my head I didn’t even hear the front door open.

“I don’t know why you even put that shit on Em, you don’t need it,” he says, gesturing to the makeup that sits in front of me.

My cheeks heat at the compliment and I quickly swipe the lip gloss against my lips and stand. I pick up my purse and join him by the door.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere mister.” I leave him standing there and sway my hips for affect. I hear his groan behind me. “Maybe we should just stay in and see a movie... I’m pretty sure there are a few spots on your body my tongue hasn’t touched.” He says as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck.

“Nope, you’re the one that said we should go on a date and you’re right. Things have happened so quick with us, Hale. I’m just afraid something is going to go wrong like it always has. It seems like every time we find some semblance of happiness, it’s ripped away...” Turning to face him, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest. I feel like all I’ve done is cry for the past week and I wanted tonight to be fun and light, a night of pushing the rest of the bullshit away. Of course, I mess that up with my tears. “I’m sorry Hale, I’m trying to be strong,” I whisper to him.

He lifts my chin with his fingers, bringing my eyes to meet his own, “Hey, you have nothing to apologize for Sweet Girl. The shit we’ve been through Ember... It’s only going to make us stronger. It just gives us something more to fight for. We will make it through this.” Bringing his lips down to meet mine, he gives the sweetest, most tender kiss. Even if Hale isn’t the best with his words, he moves mountains with his touch. Even if we could never speak another word to the other again, our bodies could communicate in a way that our words never could.

Grinning, he grabs my favorite leather jacket from the coat rack and helps me slide it on and cuts off the lights.

“You know, maybe we should stay home. I’m feeling a little tired.” I joke, waggling my eyebrows at him. He halts mid-step. “Get your ass in the car Ember Ann before I take you in that house and fuck the shit out of you.”

I think I may need to back inside and change my underwear. Jesus Christ. This man is so yummy and he is all mine.

Hale

She’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t keep my hands off of her. The entire ride to the restaurant I kept glancing over at her until she caught me staring. I’m like a love-struck puppy. I planned on bringing her into the city and walking around downtown, but my leg has been fucked up all day, from moving all of her stuff from the apartment. I couldn’t sit it out and let all the other guys move shit while I watched. Now I’m paying for it. So I’m going to take her to her favorite Italian place in town and to see a movie. Whatever, call me cliché, but at least she’s mine for the next four hours.

I pull the Camaro into a parking spot at the very back of the lot while she laughs at me for being “paranoid’. I love this car and these assholes around here can’t even respect their own shit let alone anyone else’s. So, I’ll take a little extra walk. Leg be damned.

Opening the door I step out and tell her, “Stay put. Don’t even touch the handle.” I shoot her a smirk, and walk around to her side, opening the door and holding out my hand.

“Beautiful?”

She giggles and places that soft sweet hand in mine and I yank her to me, bringing my mouth against hers. Those soft, supple lips beg for my teeth and I slide my hands into her hair, pulling her closer. I swear it’s as if every time our lips touch we’re lost. Now I sound like a pussy. Pulling back, I whisper against her jaw, where I’m kissing “As much as I love that we’re like horny teenagers, I did promise you a date babe.”

I put my arm around her shoulder and clasp her hand in mine as we walk towards the diner. We used to come her as kids all the time and the memories still play fresh in my mind. I hope to see that light in her eyes again and know I fucking put it there. All the fucked up shit of mine aside, my goal is to give Ember everything I can. To make a home for us. Marry her and put as many babies in her belly as she’ll let me. She’s it for me. There’s no other soul on this planet who fits with mine. It’s not fate, its reality. I know there won’t ever be anyone else for me, just as much as she does.

I open the door for her and place my hand on the small of her back guiding her inside.

“Two for Jarreau please,” I tell the hostess that greets us. She looks at me with a smirk, her eyes inviting way more than dinner. “Right this way Mr. Jarreau.” She winks as she grabs two menus, and walks off towards the table.

I look at Ember and the look on her face is priceless... She looks like she may murder the poor girl right here in the middle of the diner.

Kissing her head, I pull her to me, “No one but you, Ember. Don’t even let it cross your mind. It’s you that’ll be riding my cock tonight, not some slut who has no respect for anyone else, let alone herself.” She stands there with her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flushed, like she can’t believe I just said that.

“We will talk about that statement later. Let’s go.” She leads me to the booth, throwing daggers with her eyes at the girl waiting for us to be seated. I nudge her to scoot over so I can slide in beside her.

“If there’s anything else I can do Mr. Jarreau, please come let me know.” The hostess giggles, twirling her hair around her finger. Is she serious? This isn’t Clueless; that shit isn’t cute. I actually like a female with something in her head besides fucking air. I open my mouth to tell her to fuck off when Ember stops me.

“Okay, you can cut the shit and go back to the little podium you left behind. We’re obviously together and you’re obviously looking to find a new job. Now run along,” she waves her hands to shoo her. She just fucking shoo-ed a girl. My feisty girl is full of surprises. The confidence that radiates off her body is the biggest turn on.

“Just wait till I get you home Sweet Girl. I’ll let you show me just how feisty you can get,” I smirk, dropping a kiss to her cheek as she rolls her eyes.

Picking up the menu I see that it hasn’t changed a bit. Good, I know exactly what she’ll order. Looking around, I’m thankful the place isn’t packed tonight, and that I’m facing the door. I can’t sit with my back turned without having a panic attack.

I feel her elbow jab against my ribs, bringing me from my thoughts. “Earth to Hale. Hello?” She’s saying.

“Sorry babe, just thinking.”

“I’m dreading going back to school. It’s funny, before all of this I welcomed the escape that school offered me. Now I’m dreading it consuming all my time. With dance and school, I won’t have much free time to spend together, and now I resent it.” Her eyes fill with tears.

“We’ll spend whatever second we can together baby. Eventually things will calm down and we’ll have some sort of schedule. I’m going to continue working on Dad’s house and at the shop with Jared. We will make it work. What are you majoring in?” I ask her, kicking myself that it’s something I don’t know. Another thing that was ripped away from me.

“Early childhood education. I want to be a teacher. At first, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but sometimes I work with the younger girls at the studio and just seeing their faces light up when they learn something new or get a move, just right makes me happy. It gives me purpose. I think Nash is going to end up moving into the apartment with B,” she shakes her head.

“Well at least she won’t be there alone Sweet Girl. I’m sure she understands.” I know she feels guilty about leaving Blayr behind, but she shouldn’t. Blayr understands and chose to stay behind.