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    Say You Do

    Her lips, her hands, my heart, the Buckthorn. I was reeling. My eyes fell shut, taking in every tiny detail that I could muster of the way she felt on my skin, how she smelled and the way my pulse raced with each kiss until my world went dark.

    XXX

    The morning light was an unwelcome visitor bombarding me with the painful reminder of how much I’d drank. One arm covered my eyes as I squeezed them shut while the other one reached out to find an empty bed. My stomach dropped and reality set in, but as I uncovered my eyes and slowly regained focus, I smiled. My bed was wrecked. Pillows were scattered across the floor. My dresser was wiped clean, with all the contents on the floor. I was sideways on the bed, topless, with a hickey over my heart, just like so many of our rowdiest nights together, except that I was still in my pants.

    I rolled to face what was once her side of the bed and my smile grew at the lingering hint of her vanilla scent. My top drawer was pulled open. A couple of sleep shirts hung over the edge. I knew right away what she’d done. She took that black tank she loved to steal on the nights she slept over and it made my smile reach the sky. My hand grasped the pillow, pulling it tight to my chest and burying my face in it to live in the moment as long as possible. When my eyes finally opened again, a glimpse of white at the head of the bed caught my attention. Sitting up for a better look I realized it was a note.

    My heart raced.

    I grabbed the thin sheet of folded paper and rolled onto my back. The sudden movement was dizzying, as was the anticipation of what was inside. Lauren had done as I asked and given me a night to remember without giving me anything at all and somehow, I loved her more for indulging me.

    I took a deep breath to still my heart, praying it wasn’t another, ”I can’t see you anymore” letter. Flipping it open, I let my fingers drift across her scribbly doctor writing with a love sick grin before focusing on the words themselves.

    Bo,

    You know I do.

    Always.

    Lauren

    I pressed it to my chest and whispered with a smile, ”I do too.”

    Maybe there was hope for us yet.

    XXX

    Thanks for reading. I know. Its a downer. But I hope you enjoyed it none the less. I will always ship Doccubus and wholeheartedly believe their love will never fade. Feel free to leave me a review.

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    1. I love this,even with unrequited love you left BO with hope.Even if they can’t be together LAUREN still allows BO the benefit of a ”last night”where there are no buts just the here and now.An unselfish moment given to someone LAUREN will always love.thanks

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