Annie is my world. And since my world is beautiful and fierce, funny and smart, kind and also as hot as hell, I wanted the joy of experiencing her from the outside looking in. I wanted to covet her and admire her. As I attempted to explain my cravings, she cocked her head and played with her necklace.
“So, you want to see me like I’m not yours, but know deep down that I am,” she said to me.
I nodded. She’d more or less nailed it.
“Like having your cake but someone else eating it, too,” she said.
Another nod from me as I added, “Yes. I think so.”
Outside snow had coated everything in sight. A gentle whiteout of calm.
“When?” she asked, clearly interested.
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