Joseph P Garland (@JPGarlandAuthor) flew the highest this week and takes his eleventh win!
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There was not much to say or, frankly, to be said. And I’m pretty sure that when it’s three in the morning it’s best not to say anything anyway, even if you didn’t have a blow-up fight with your lover the night before and she’s asleep next to you as you’re pretending to be asleep next to her.
Our backs were against each other. My eyes were open, staring at the wall and just in range of the alarm clock on the side table. 2:59. 3:00. 3:01. It was like “Groundhog Day” without Bill Murray or Sonny & Cher.
I thought I’d heard her crying, but that was thirty or forty minutes earlier and now I was calmed by her rhythmic breathing.
“I still love you.”
I heard it suddenly if vaguely from her. Almost a whisper, perhaps an unconscious one, thinking I too had fallen asleep.
I reached my outer hand back awkwardly. It found her naked hip. I gripped it so far as I could and quickly rotated my body so I was facing her back and my other, now outer hand reached around to caress her stomach.
Now it was her turn to move and I held my breath wondering which way it would be. She scooted herself closer to me and held my hand to her tummy before pushing it lower.
“I forgive you,” she said as she did, and I knew how much of an ass I’d been. Again.
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