A girl looking around 21 or so smiled at Taylor and grabbed her into a hug. I grabbed my make up bag and got out my mascara. I put some on my upper and lower lashes and then put it away. His eyes widen at my cheek, stained ruby red with blood, pain, and tears. “What happened?
” he asks, somehow compelling me to betray the truth. “Will that be all?” “I’ll take that risk.” He kissed me long and if it was only my heart here tonight I would have agreed to marry him instantly. I took a deep breath.
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Do you understand”? “No, it can’t be that one.” He whispered.
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” I closed my eyes and felt a single tear run down my cheek. “I can’t stay, Daniel. I won’t.” I whispered.
I kissed him once more and closed my eyes. I smiled as I felt his hand on my cheek, Asian Girls Com the tips of his fingers grazing my hairline.
“I love you.” He told me. I stopped and smiled at a particular picture that stood out to me. A little boy, presumably Cash, was standing on a soccer field, clutching a black-and-white soccer ball in his small hands.
He couldn’t have been more than four or five years old. On either side of him stood his parents: a pretty blond woman with her hand on her son’s head, pushing long brown bangs from his bright green eyes, and a stocky, kind-faced man with his hand on Cash’s shoulder, looking like the proudest father in the world. There is a brief silence as Xavier checks his watch.
“Oops, got to go,” he says, “I’m going to be late.” He shoots me a brief smile, and before I can protest, lands a kiss on my forehead.
Then he starts walking out of the room, inciting my anger. Ralph glanced around the dreary, airless room. The furnishings were all high end – high end and high maintenance.
A forty-inch, plasma TV hung on the wall over the fire place with a wireless hookup to an array of quadraphonic Bose speakers.
The custom-built bar was trimmed with ebony and claret-colored rosewood. The exotic woods alone must have set the deceased back a small fortune. Not that household expenditures concerned the former Mr. Steinberg any more. “Have you eaten?