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Mar. 14th, 2014 06:09 pm
VOICE
On every attempt to call, Chase kept getting Allison’s voicemail. He really wanted to talk to her, but if she was busy or screening, voicemail was better than nothing.
“Hey, Al. I know this is not that you don’t want to talk to me and more being scared of what will come of it, but we can’t just leave it like this. You’re one of the most important people in my whole world and...” a pause, “I miss you. I didn’t realise how much until I saw you again. Please just call me? This doesn’t need to be another fuck-up.”
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On every attempt to call, Chase kept getting Allison’s voicemail. He really wanted to talk to her, but if she was busy or screening, voicemail was better than nothing.
“Hey, Al. I know this is not that you don’t want to talk to me and more being scared of what will come of it, but we can’t just leave it like this. You’re one of the most important people in my whole world and...” a pause, “I miss you. I didn’t realise how much until I saw you again. Please just call me? This doesn’t need to be another fuck-up.”
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Chase still had his wedding ring. He never managed to bring himself to get rid of it. What did one do with a used wedding ring from a marriage that was now over with?
Shoved right at the back of his bottom drawer beside his bed was an old sock without a pair. He dug around for it and pulled it out. A pause, and then he tipped the ring into his palm. It was something that still held a lot of memories, good and bad. It was something he knew he could never just toss away as an afterthought.
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Chase still had his wedding ring. He never managed to bring himself to get rid of it. What did one do with a used wedding ring from a marriage that was now over with?
Shoved right at the back of his bottom drawer beside his bed was an old sock without a pair. He dug around for it and pulled it out. A pause, and then he tipped the ring into his palm. It was something that still held a lot of memories, good and bad. It was something he knew he could never just toss away as an afterthought.
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Mar. 3rd, 2014 11:12 pmSexy
Waking up with a hangover naked in bed with an equally naked body beside you could either be good or bad. That morning, for Chase, it was probably about equal amounts of both with a side order of amused smugness... that lasted all of 7.5 seconds before the enormity of the situation hit him. He looked over his shoulder, double-checking that the body who was there was who he was assuming it was.
Cameron.
Shit, this couldn’t be good. They were divorced. And before that, their marriage had crashed and burned for a variety of reasons. Then before even that, they had slept together for the first time when Cameron had been high on drugs after a splash injury at work where she thought she might end up Positive. Their history was extremely tumultuous. So, why the hell did she have to look so goddamn fucking sexy lying there with her blonde hair strewn across the pillow and just the most teasing of hints of breast and arse cleft on display? Not fair.
He didn’t know whether he should stay or leave quickly before she woke up and things got awkward. If he left, she would probably be pissed. But if he stay, probably pissed and indignant that it should never have happened. That might be a conversation better had not in person. He carefully rolled onto his back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room.
If it was all so wrong, then why did it all feel so fucking right?
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Waking up with a hangover naked in bed with an equally naked body beside you could either be good or bad. That morning, for Chase, it was probably about equal amounts of both with a side order of amused smugness... that lasted all of 7.5 seconds before the enormity of the situation hit him. He looked over his shoulder, double-checking that the body who was there was who he was assuming it was.
Cameron.
Shit, this couldn’t be good. They were divorced. And before that, their marriage had crashed and burned for a variety of reasons. Then before even that, they had slept together for the first time when Cameron had been high on drugs after a splash injury at work where she thought she might end up Positive. Their history was extremely tumultuous. So, why the hell did she have to look so goddamn fucking sexy lying there with her blonde hair strewn across the pillow and just the most teasing of hints of breast and arse cleft on display? Not fair.
He didn’t know whether he should stay or leave quickly before she woke up and things got awkward. If he left, she would probably be pissed. But if he stay, probably pissed and indignant that it should never have happened. That might be a conversation better had not in person. He carefully rolled onto his back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room.
If it was all so wrong, then why did it all feel so fucking right?
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