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Post by felipe on Aug 15, 2010 9:08:48 GMT -5
Six weeks now... and things were as close to being back to normal as was possible. Trust issues still eared their head from time to time but LizBeth had changed. The bitchiness still surged forwards on occasion but it was never directed at him. With luck that would be another habit she’d lose although he had to admit he missed their good-natured bickering. It was like they were both surrounded by a field of eggshells, neither daring to make the wrong move in case everything shattered.
He’d already sorted out a tux for the prom and had it set aside in the store. Felipe would collect it that weekend. He also needed to find out what colour LizBeth had decided to wear so that he could make sure any flowers or corsage he bought her matched. Did that make them an official item? Not in his eyes. Not yet anyway. There were still a few weeks to go to the dance. Maybe by then but in the meanwhile he was making the most of LizBeth’s decision not to be exclusive. That decision had been made 6 weeks ago... hadn’t it?
Saturday night would see him out for the evening... and not with LizBeth. He missed how they’d been before... THAT weekend. Hell, how he missed it but none of it had been his doing and so regrets were a waste of time. All he could hope was she’d keep her word and not lie to him again.
No way could he handle that!
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