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It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
But I can’t. I can’t ask her for any of those things because they’re things she’ll never give me.
She’ll let me make her come on my kitchen floor after she’s climbed in my bedroom window at five o’clock in the goddamned morning, but take her to dinner? To see a movie?
That’s never going to fucking happen.
So, I don’t ask for what I want.
Don’t even try.
I just take whatever Henley will give me.
Same as always.
“What do I want?” I say, kicking off my muddy boots. “I want a shower and then want pancakes. After that, we’ll see.”