Trying to push her way through the struggle of losing her brother, Delilah must learn how to navigate life without him. Given the job of bringing a military service dog, Lulu, to Riley's service, she meets Jackson Briggs. Jackson's only goal is to get back into the field. But what do they do when love gets in the way? ~ Inspired by Dog - an original motion picture film. ~
When the phone rang, fear made its presence known. Sandra, my mother, never called me. Riley’s gone. We all knew the danger he was in when he joined the military, but we were never ready for when he might fall in action. He had a dog. She wasn’t his official, but it seemed like they were always together. Lulu. I named her. We get along. After the accident, she became depressed, and her ears became injured significantly. The vet also told me she had attachment issues. I don’t blame her, Riley was amazing.
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That morning was weird. I got up early and, per Captain Jones’ orders, showed up at the military compound. He walked over and shook my hand. He told me he was sorry that Riley had passed. I brushed it off. Thinking about it makes me want to cry. He cleared his throat and told me what the mission was. Sure, my brother was the one in the service, but I always bugged him about letting me do small missions now and then. When Riley came home for a week, he taught me how to keep myself safe through fighting. I learned quickly, so he was on his back after about an hour.
Jackson Briggs. He would not only have to bring Lulu to Riley’s service, but me as well. He’s Riley’s good friend and partner. I only knew him as Briggs and we didn’t hate each other, so that’s all I cared about. It didn’t bother me because we didn't know each other well because my brother seemed happy. Jackson arrived, and the captain brought us to Lulu’s kennel. Her head was resting on the ground with the muzzle on her mouth. As much as I hated seeing her like that, it was to keep others safe. Jones then explained that if Jackson could bring Lulu there and back, he could go back into the field. I looked at Jackson. He looked determined and a little excited. Men back away from Lulu’s cage, making Jackson laugh. I stood back with the captain while Jackson made his way into the kennel.
“Is this what’s scaring you?” he asked, laughing, taking the muzzle off of her and petting her. Captain Jones walked forward, but I held my arm out, stopping him.
“Let him learn the hard way.” My voice was soft, but he heard. The second Jackson’s hand touched Lulu’s ears, she attacked him, biting and growling. I walked in and called her over. She pranced over and sat at my feet. My fingertips pet her ears, but she didn’t mind me when I did it. The vets said it was because she trusted me. Jackson rolled his eyes and stood. This is going to be a fun ride.
Jackson had set the kennel in the back of his truck where she barked and whined. Jackson drove; we stayed in silence. My eyes made their way over to his hand, the bite from Lulu still red.
“Your hand looks pretty bad, are you okay?” I asked, rummaging through my small bag.
“I’m fine.” He stopped at a red light, and I wrapped up the bite with the bandages I kept with me at all times. He kept driving while I patched him up. The second I finished, he pulled into the parking lot of a bar. My head shot in his direction. He then hopped out and walked to the back, opening the window. I jumped out of the tall truck and ran over to him.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked him, pushing his arm. He rolled his eyes and spun around. “Excuse me! Jackson!” Even when I tried yelling at him, he kept walking. After groaning, I shut the window and returned to the front seat.
Eventually, Jackson came back, obviously tipsy. I rolled my eyes when he climbed into the truck, slamming the door. The truck roared to life, and we sped off. I tried to tell him he was drunk but, of course, he wouldn’t listen to me. Then we suddenly broke hard. Jacked turned to me and sighed.
“I’ve got girls waiting for me. So, you’re going to sit here. Okay?” He then stumbled out, not even waiting for my response, and headed into a softly lit house. Lulu whined and barked at me. My hand reached back and gently petted her. I closed my eyes for a split second, and before I knew it, Lulu was gone, and Jackson was yelling her name. His bare skin shining in the moonlight. I jumped out and ran over to him.
“What the hell is going on?” I yelled at him, but he just glared at me, pulling on an extra shirt. My first thought was someone took her. Jackson got into the truck and actually waited for me. After driving for a few hours, we found her walking in the middle of the street. Jackson stuck his head out the window and yelled ‘dog!’. Without hesitation, I opened the door and ran after her. There was blood on the stones that I found, forcing me to freeze. Jackson stood beside me, horrified. A small shed caught my attention, where I ran in, searching. There was a small noise made when I turned my head. A sharp pain began in my neck. The room became dark then light and then dark again. And just like that, I was on the ground, asleep.
The second I woke up, Jackson’s voice shook me as he yelled at a big, bushy man with an ax in his hand. The man growled, realizing I was awake. Jackson tried speaking to me, but I couldn’t understand him. The man walked out, leaving us alone. Within seconds, Jackson was kneeling in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, asking if I was okay.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” My hand waved in his face, making him retreat. Then. . .it all came back to me. Lulu. I shot to my feet and grabbed the cold ax the man left behind. Jackson grabbed my arm, my white button up covered in dirt.
“What in the hell are you up to?” He actually sounds worried. My grip became tighter on the handle when I looked at him. He reached out for it, but I pulled away.
“I am going to kill him if he hurt her.” I mumbled. He told me to relax and think things over, but I quickly answered with a no. We walked; the ax heavy in my arms. When we made it into the house, we snuck around, taking our shoes off to make less noise. I saw Lulu as she limped over to a woman who gently called for her. I slipped my shoes back on and gave Jackson the ax. The look he gave me said ‘what am I supposed to do with this’, but I glared at him.
“You’re scarier with an ax than me.” He nodded, grinning. He walked in first and waited for me. I followed him, balling up my fist while my foot dug into the man’s chest. He groaned while the woman screamed. I jumped slightly, looking over to Lulu. She looked terrified. The woman reached her hand out, with a calm voice, saying everything’s okay. Lulu ate from her hand and was calm. Jackson walked forward.
“How did you make her do that?” I took my boot off of the man's chest and held my arm in front of Jackson’s chest.
“She trusts me. I didn’t make her do anything.” My head became heavy once she said this. With worried eyes, the woman stood and kindly took me in her arms. She led me down the dark hallway to a room. I coughed; blood followed shortly after. She pushed a cup to my lips while she sat me down on a very uncomfortable bed. Darlene, as she said her name was, told me to rest and that it would help. That very requisition made me pass out.
I walked down the hallway and heard yelling. Darlene walked over to me and brushed my hair, gently. She’s a gentlewoman. The sound of something moving around turned my attention to the door. The two of us walked out, seeing the men. I made my way over to a tall tree and Lulu quickly trampled me. She licked my face while standing on my stomach.
“Feeling better, I see.” I laughed. Jackson stood, grabbed Lulu’s memory book, and shook the bearded man’s hand. Gus. Names fit sometimes. We made our way back to the truck and got inside. Lulu sat in the back, sitting and watching out the window. Jackson turned around to her and chuckled.
“Next time you smell weed, tell me.” He petted her and laughed. Edibles. I knew that was what I was smelling. The smell of cannabis is disgusting. Then Jackson spared me a glance. “You good? That lady said you were in terrible shape, so. . .” He looked forward, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. I laughed and held my hand out to him.
“Delilah. Well, Dylan, but I go by Delilah. Yes. My parents hated me when giving me a name. No, I’m not good and never will be.” We shook hands after I said this and quickly drove off. Apparently, the three of them did a reading with Lulu and she said that she wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed. Jackson told me he had an idea. Of course, he wouldn’t tell me what it was. We sat in a 5-star hotel’s parking lot and waited. His eyes pierced my skin, and I wasn’t even looking at him to know that. I walked down the street to a plaza that had a small library. Jackson called me a dork for wanting to read but he was also on board since he wanted me to relax after what had happened a few hours prior.
Jackson texted me, saying I could come back to the hotel when I was ready and head up to the master's suite. The second I stepped in; I made a long whistle. It’s nice. I held a few books in my arms that I placed onto the table. Jackson walked out of the bathroom and posed. A uniform? Soldiers wore these uniforms. Not the actual army uniforms but the ones they wore to special events. Like when they got back from a call or if they were called in. The group would go out for drinks and see how many women they could get to give them their numbers.
“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked, walking over to him. I smacked his hand when he tried to push me away. My fingers slowly began to twirl and twist the tie around his neck.
“Gotta look the part, right?” He grinned, making me roll my eyes.
“How many years and you still messed up a simple tie? My laugh bounced off of his chest and back into my face. He left and said he was getting a drink. I took a shower, washed my clothes, and fell asleep. I had never slept so well in my entire life. A comfy bed and delightful music playing? Couldn’t get any better. Oh, but it could. Of course, my hair was still wet after my nap. So, I opened my door and went to the bathroom to dry my hair. I stepped out, and they were gone. Him and the dog. Shit.
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My boots stomped on the floor as I made my way to where they had taken him. Officers tried stopping me, but I pushed through them to Jackson. Some other men stood near him, but they moved aside when they saw me. My hand met his cheek with a loud slap. I then spun around to look in the eyes of a man.
“Let him and Lulu go. As bad as this situation is, she has somewhere to be. I’ll kill him for you but let her do what she has to first.” The volume of my voice scared me, making me sound a lot sterner than I thought. I stood outside by the truck, waiting for them. We sat in the truck, quiet when they returned. He didn’t open his mouth, knowing it would piss me off, and I didn’t feel like yelling. We drove after waiting. This time, I pulled the Aux cord into my phone and began playing music. My hand reached for the sun visor and used the mirror to pull my hair up into a messy bun. I have way too much hair for it to be perfect. The dirt-stained spots on my white button up. The heels on my boots clicked together while I tugged on the black jean shorts that hugged my thighs. My bangs poofed into whatever direction they wanted. Going through my bag and pulling out a comb, I tamed them, for now anyway.
He was watching me the entire time. I could feel it. That’s when the song began. Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. I gripped my heart, as if I was having a heart attack. My head gently bounced while the words began. Every world rolled off my tongue. The chorus hit me like a storm. I quickly began rocking my head like I was at a rock concert. He smiled. At least I got a smile out of him. Sure, it wasn’t a big one, but he was still with me. Both my hands reached forward while the song reached my favorite part. My head turned to him, and I grinned. My hand touched his shoulder, while I laughed.
“I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say, maybe. I’m just a Teenage Dirtbag, baby, like you. . .” We looked at each other for a few seconds. . .Then both of us began screaming the rest of the song. Through laughs I could tell he was having a good time. I didn’t want to ruin the entire ride. Lulu placed her head on my shoulder, making me laugh even more. When the song finished, we looked back at each other, not being able to keep a straight face. He laughed and shook his head, continuing to drive. The car behind us beeped the horn. I rolled down my window and stuck half of my body out, flipping them off. Jackson pulled me back into the truck by my shorts. He gently smacked my head, locked my window, and pulled the seatbelt over my chest making a clicking sound. I crossed my arms and pretended to pout. He flicked my ear, making me giggle. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
A whole hour of driving and we finally stopped at a beautiful view of the sunset. The three of us sat on the tailgate, admiring it. Jackson flipped through Lulu’s book, while I stared off into the clouds. The second I came back down to Earth; Lulu’s paw was in Jackson’s hand, and they were shaking. A deal. Noah. I remember him. We were always making jokes with each other and pulling pranks on Riley. Lulu’s brother, Nuke, lived with him. Jackson told me that if we had time, we would stop by there to say hello. This made me smile. Noah has always been there to get me to feel better when Riley couldn’t. He was like another brother to me. When we got back into the truck and continued driving, Jackson stopped at a store to get something that he, of course, wouldn’t tell me what it was. My head gently rested on the seat while I curled up, falling asleep.
When I woke back up, Jackson wore a nice shirt with a color and khakis. He looked really nice. I lifted my head and flicked him.
“Can we get something to eat?” My voice was groggy. I sounded like I was sick. He shook his head and turned on his blinker. Burger King was the only place open. We never found out why, but when I was a kid, Burger King always made me sick. We tried everything. No fries, no burgers, no salt, we even tried having just water. I moved out of my parent’s house right after Riley left for camp, I couldn’t deal with Sandra without him. Jackson ran in and out with a bag. He sat back in and gave me the bag. There were chicken nuggets, a small bottle of chocolate milk, apple slices, and napkins. Of course, I didn’t complain. I enjoyed feeling and eating like a kid. When I bit into an apple slice, Lulu took it right out of my hand. I gave her a few more with a laugh. Jackson snatched the chocolate milk from me and drank half of the bottle. He gave it back while the milk sat on his upper lip. My hand dove into the bag, grabbing a napkin. He held his hand out, but I smacked it onto his face. We swerved a little. I coughed, forgetting that we were driving. He punched my shoulder, continuing to drive. I drank the rest of the milk and finished eating the rest of the food. He stopped the truck, holding a stuffed unicorn in his hands. Jackson’s eyes were unreadable all the time but this time, I knew. . .He’s scared. We waited a few more minutes, and he continued staring at the house.
“Hey, you got this. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing but go do it.” I gently petted the unicorn and smiled. My hand rested on his shoulder. “Give it a shot, we’ll be here.” He looked at me, nodding. After mumbling something, he walked to the house, going up the stairs and knocking on the door. Lulu and I watched as he walked inside. I’ve never been able to comfort anyone, maybe my advice wasn’t all that great, but I really tried. I really, really did. Jackson is. . .different. He makes me feel kind of normal. Like I can be me. When we were singing together, I saw something in his smile that I haven’t seen in anyone ever. He reminds me of Riley in some ways. But no, this is Jackson Briggs. He stormed back, slamming the door and slamming his fists onto the steering wheel. Lulu sniffed him, curious. He gave her the unicorn. She quickly tore it to shreds. We didn’t speak once on the drive to Noah’s house.
We arrived, and I smiled brightly, seeing Noah. We hugged tightly and Nuke gave me a nuzzle. Jackson watched us. He warned Noah to not touch her ears, but he knew. I heard the fear in Jackson's voice when Nuke and Lulu ran at each other. Lulu really liked Noah, too. They were always beside each other. Noah brought us to the backyard where a little blond boy ran around. He saw us and dashed inside. Noah laughed and explained that he was a little shy. I sat on the deck and watched the dogs play with each other. Noah went inside and came back with the suit that the trainers used all the time. The giant blob sagged in his arms. Jackson shook his head and rejected every single word Noah said. Just like home.
Eventually, Jackson put on the suit and lifted his arm, Lulu running up and biting him was the best part. He got pissed off every time. Noah spoke to him, words I couldn’t hear. Luke, Noah’s son, sat beside me and handed me his fire truck. I smiled and introduced myself. He was adorable. His hair was so beautiful in the sun and his blue eyes looked like oceans. I’ve always been good with kids, not so much with adults. Noah fired up the grill and made burgers for us. Jackson sat in a lawn chair while I stayed on the deck. I didn’t eat the burger, so the dogs finished it for me. The darkness hurt my eyes. We made our way back to the truck. It sat there; trashed and all of Riley’s stuff was gone. Noah saw my panic and pulled me into a hug.
The dogs sniffed the truck, and the three of us waited. Nuke jumped out and ran. We chased after them. Jackson ran faster than I did, and he only got faster when we saw the lit-up tent. A homeless man was wearing Riley’s jacket, making me freeze. He claimed to be a soldier. Jackson assured him he wasn’t and yanked the jacket off of him. The man’s dirty hand wrapped around my wrist tightly, and he pulled me. Jackson pulled me away and pushed him, forcing him to fall into the blue tent. Jackson’s arm wrapped around my shoulder, and we walked away. Back at the house, Noah apologized. I gave him one last hug, and we began walking after Noah helped to push it into the driveway. They fixed things up and then we went back to driving. I rubbed my wrist where the man grabbed me. Jackson held my hand to stop me from touching it. I gently pulled away, and he cleared his throat.
“Right, sorry.” He knew it was going to bruise so he let go. The bandage on his hand was pretty dirty. I looked through my small bag again and pulled out another bandage. He chuckled and let me fix it. My wrist brace’s Velcro tightly clung together, but I didn’t feel sore anymore. I yawned and stretched out a little. The streetlights glare on the windshield, making me yawn again. Jackson’s head turned to me and then searched the air, as if it held an answer for him. Then, he drove a little faster, taking an exit that spun in a circle. The truck came to a stop when I opened my eyes. They closed again. Then it opened when there was a loud slam. His hand touched my shoulder.
“Hm?” I lifted my head and looked at him, yawning.
“Let’s go, there’s a bed in there.” He pointed his head to the motel that sat in front of us. I nodded and trudged out of the vehicle and through the brown door. A prescription bottle fell into the nightstand drawer that Jackson pulled out. The black army boots slid off of my feet, exposing the Deadpool socks underneath. I threw my white button up on top of a chair, pulling my hair out of the bird’s nest of a bun. One giant bed sat in the middle of the room. Lulu and I plopped down and curled up in the blankets. Jackson laughed at us while he peeled off his shirt. I quickly rolled over, hiding my flushed face. The lights turned off, making me even more tired. Jackson mumbled goodnight, and with that, I passed out.
He knocked over a lamp and made his way to the bathroom. My legs carried me over, worried about what was going on. He began coughing and gasping for air. I ran to the sink to get him water, but he was already seizing. His body fell to the floor, making me drop the cup in the sink and sit down beside him. I moved his shoulders so that his head was resting on my thighs. I held him while my fingers cradled his shoulders. The only thing I could do was be there and try to comfort him. I mumbled the same word repeatedly. Breathe. He clasped his eyes shut as his body continued jumping. My eyes noticed the scars on his body, hurting me.
About ten minutes later, he breathed slower, his body relaxing. Lulu walked over and nuzzled him. She held a plastic water bottle in her mouth. Clever dog. I patted her head and opened the bottle. He rose, his back resting on the door frame. I used my hand to wipe his mouth and handed him the water bottle. Lulu sat beside him, watching him. I stood and opened the main door, ran to the truck, grabbed my sweater, and ran back inside. The two of them were lying on the floor. The pink light from outside flashed on his sweat-covered body. I landed beside him while I gently stroked his hair. Eventually, I put my sweater under his head and went back to the truck to curl up and sleep.
Jackson called her into the truck, waking me up. He put my bag and shirt in my lap, gently. When he sat in his seat, he stared at me.
“Thank you for what you did, I mean it.” He looked at Lulu, then at me. I smiled with a nod, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. The key turned in the ignition, but the truck didn’t start. The engine stalled, making Jackson curse and slam his fists on the steering wheel. We didn’t have enough time to find a gas station and fill the gas tank. So, we grabbed Riley’s bag, Lulu’s things, and walked. I could feel the blisters forming on my feet, but I couldn’t chicken out right now. For hours, our — what seemed to be — endless route comforted me. Time to leave. A chance to not attend. The sky grew dark, scaring me. Thunder rolled, making me jump. No, please, please no. Thunderstorms. I hate them. Always have. Riley would always sit in the tub with me and play music to calm me down when I was little. Jackson pointed to a shack, hauling the giant duffel bag over his muscular back. The rain poured quickly, giving us no choice but to hunker down in there. He pushed the door open; Lulu ran in before us and jumped into a chair. Jackson turned the light on and yelled at her to get off of the chair. She barked back at him. He shouted again, making me flinch. They continued fighting, I ran outside, hoping to catch my breath. My hands covered my ears. The rain soaked me. I could see the black tank top through my forever-stained white button up. I could feel the hair sticking to my face. Jackson stood above me, blocking the rain from hitting me.
“You should come inside.” I quivered at his words. He didn’t wait any longer. He picked me up by my underarm and plopped me on the floor inside. I shivered as he sat next to the chair that Lulu had officially claimed as hers. Using my hair tie, I pulled my hair up into a bun again, my soaked hair sticking out in various places. Grey’s Anatomy in the background as Jackson began reading Rylie’s words aloud.
“Delilah or Dylan, whatever the hell you go by, I love you. You might have said you don’t love me, but I can’t live without you. My arms need you in them. You need it all the time. This sounds like it’s for a lover, but it’s for you. I need to be a good big brother, right? Let me. Lulu will protect you when I can’t. The days that you hear the thunder and curl up in the tub? The nights when you have those nightmares? Or when you have seizures? I or Lulu will always be there for you. I taught her to bring you water, remember when you saw it for the first time? You smiled through your pain. I love you. Go get ‘em, Copperhead. Love, Riley the Rodent.” Jackson slowly looked at me as I chuckled.
“Riley the Rodent.” I repeated. My head rested on Jackson’s shoulder while I yawned. He used his knife to carve into a block of wood. His breathing helped me stay calm through the storm. Now and then I would jump, but he would rub my back, calming me back down. He was good at that. Keeping me calm.
When the morning came, we were back on the move and when we arrived at the funeral, I could feel her eyes on me. The messy hair and dirty clothes bothered her, not me. She didn’t even know I was there after she blinked. Jackson set Lulu down by his picture while he put his uniform beside it. The guns. He pets her, gently. Then we both pet her in unison. After each gunshot, she would flinch, same with me. But we would still comfort her. Jackson had tears on his cheeks. My hand wiped them off with a smile, closing my eyes, ready for the next firing. Once finished, we stood and gave them his things. I stood at the picture, tears rolling down my face. The envelope in my hands slid into a corner and rested on the class, my name written in cursive in a corner.
We sat back in the truck, my chest rising and falling. Jackson rested his hand on my shoulder.
“Jackson the Lion.” I laughed, he rolled his eyes and began the truck, driving off. A man had filled the gas tank for us, without payment. My mind knew exactly what was going to happen next. I hate it. I don’t want it to. No. Not today. I can’t lose her too. His hand rested on mine, attempting to calm me down. Lulu rested her head on my shoulder, panting in my ear. It was like she knew what was going to happen, too. But she didn’t, she thought she was just going back to the camp to sit back in her kennel. Time went by faster on our return, of course, not benefiting me. I loved him and lost him. I love her and now I’m going to lose her too.
He opened the tailgate and put the muzzle on her. Tears escaped my eyes as I planted a kiss on her head, gently petting her after. I broke and ran to the passenger side of the truck, leaning on the door. Minutes later, Jackson held me as I sobbed into his chest. He opened the door for me and rubbed my back. The truck rolled forward while Jackson looked in the rearview mirror, watching Lulu bark at us. We stared at each other, and he threw the truck into reverse, jumping out and reaching for her. She jumped into the backseat and the truck sped off. She rested her head on his shoulder, making me laugh through tears. Maybe he wasn’t that bad. Maybe he changed.
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4 Months. I had spent that much time alone. Sure, he’d text me occasionally, but it wasn't the same as hearing his smooth voice. Since the last time I had seen him, I’d cut my hair to my shoulders. It never felt the same, always feeling the ends on my skin. I’d also had at least 15 nightmares without him beside me and my seizures started again. That’s mainly the reason I cut it, the sweat on my scalp isn’t as bad and it’s easier to wash and dry my hair. Standing at the white counter always gave me a headache. Handing other customers their order. Jackson’s name lit up my phone screen. Right at 3:30? What does he have my shifts memorized? I waved goodbye to Marlena as I answered the phone, pushing open the cafe door. He quickly told me to go to his house, the call ending within seconds. Within seconds his address popped into our SMS conversation. The wonderful dandelion yellow Jeep wrangler sat in the 18th parking spot. I breathed out and began driving to the destination.
He opened the door for me, Lulu jumping up, her paws leaving dirt on my shirt. I pet her and laugh, looking at Jackson. We sat at the small table across from each other. Forms, long and wordy, sat before me. My eyes skim them, trying to decipher what he was trying to say. Adoption forms. I shot him a look. Jackson looked desperate.
“Jackson. . .If you’re asking if it’s okay with me you don’t have to. You don’t even have to text or call me anymore. The job is done. I shouldn’t be here. You don’t need to help me anymore. You don’t need me, Jackson.” I stood and began heading for the door, but he stopped me, holding my arm.
“She does. And if I’m being honest. . .I do, too.” He looked at Lulu, whose tail was smacking against my legs. I gently smiled and petted her, looking back at him. His hand touched my cheek, pulling me close. We hesitated for a moment, our foreheads touching. My hand held his arm while the other felt the back of his head. Jackson looked up and played with my hair.
“Shorter, huh?” A chuckle was all I needed. My lips pressed against his and he didn’t pull away. Starting off long, growing in speed, these kisses were what I needed. Am I attached? Trapped? I don’t care. I love this trap. Lulu barked at us, pausing the connection. The two of us knelt to pet her, Jackson throwing a toy for her. Maybe this is okay. Maybe this is okay. He smiled; my eyes locked on him. I loved his smile, his laugh, his voice, his hair, his attitude, that glimmer in his eyes when he looks at me. I spent the night.
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