He wasn’t quite sure how she’d ended up living at his house or sleeping in his bed. One day, after they buried his father, she’d just followed inside.
He’d kissed her, then, and she’d kissed back, and the next thing he knew, they were both naked and crushed together on his boyhood bed; he was sinking into her and she was arching up against him, fingers clawing at his back.
After that, it had been so easy to let old habits live and fall back into comfortable patterns. And now, he didn’t know how to ask her to leave again…
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pack blondys bags and get her out of your life once and for all. stop thinking with your little head! emily may be a old habit but she is a very bad one. do not ask her to leave-TELL her to get out! thanks matty