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… for a tin can and a box of matches, and you look out the window to see him standing there with a gas can all you can say is “Would it mean I was liable if I bring them to you?”
A thick steak seared and hissed as it went on to a hot broiler pan, the corn on the cob boiled in a sauce pan on the stove. It was a simplistic meal, the steak was only salt and pepper seasoned, the salad had Asagio Ranch. He’d given me a new cook book and I looked through it while I waited for dinner to cook, he messed around on his computer. The DVD I got him was waiting to be played, 3:10 To Yuma.
He held me and told me that he loved me, and how every argument and bit of trouble we’d ever had was all worth it. There was kissing, and bad jokes and chuckling.
He snuck up behind me as I was doing the cupcakes. You wouldn’t think a man that tall could sneak up on you, but he’s very good at it.
He’s the perfect man for me. Happy Valentine’s Day D.
The D, the aforementioned beloved man writes He writes amazingly well, and I’m not saying this because he rocks my world. Go read some of this stuff, as long as you aren’t too squeamish and can handle creepiness in your stories. They give me nightmares, but y’all ain’t wusses like me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! (Now go read)
http://lythosants.wordpress.com/lythosants-publishing/ This is where the stories are.
http://lythosants.wordpress.com/lythosants-publishing/maybe-this-time/ This is my favourite story.