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    Retrace – (Chapter: Breathe)

    To say that I was completely sure of myself that night would have been a blatant lie.  I put everything on the line in that moment and I’ve never regretted it.  A year later and Ashley has proven herself more than trustworthy, in fact she’s surprised me at how much of a romantic she is.  Tonight she has something planned, I can tell because she’s been nervous all day even though this is probably the hundredth date we’ve been on.

    “Are you almost ready? Ashley is seriously pissing herself right now. It’s hilarious, I haven’t seen her like this since the flight back here,” Vanessa points out.  She’s remained close with us since we got back together and I’m glad.

    “Do you know why? I mean it is our anniversary but it seems like she’s going a bit overboard,” she just laughs and shuts the door, leaving me to finish my hair which lies in loose curls over the strapless blue dress I’ve chosen to wear for the occasion.  With that done I walk out and down the stairs for that cliché moment.

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    I can barely contain my nervous fidgeting as Vanessa comes down and alerts me to the fact that Spencer is almost ready and she looks gorgeous.  She keeps laughing at me as I pace and I’ve half a mind to flip her off.  Tonight is huge, the biggest event of my life so far.  I’ve chosen to wear a simple black pantsuit just so I would have pockets.  Besides, Spence always says I look ‘fucking hot’ in it.

    Vanessa clears her throat and I turn to see my breathtaking girlfriend begin her descent down the staircase of our apartment.  She looks even more like an angel than usual and my heart pounds insanely hard in my chest at the thought of what this night will bring. I can only imagine it going one way; the other just isn’t an option.

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    “You look absolutely stunning,” my brunette counterpart tells me in a husky voice that lets me know just how stunning she really thinks I look.  Taking a moment to take her in, I realize she is wearing a pantsuit.  Fucking hot.

    “So do you,” I grin at her and she smiles back, nose crinkling, “So where are we going tonight?”

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    1. Wow! I could fill an entire comment with nothing ,but the word wow! I really enjoy the way you write! I say this almost everytime, but it really is like your words have a musical quality to them! You always pick the right song, and the right time to use them! BTW, I finally read your previous story today. I left a comment there too. good job, iofi

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