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Click hereHe was adamant, I'd give him that. "Okay, I'm leaving."
"Wait. Kennedy. Don't go."
The plea in his voice pierced me, but I couldn't stay any longer. "I really have to go anyway. Thanks for the drink," I said before leaving the gym.
I tried not to allow myself to think for the rest of the night. When I arrived to my apartment, I showered, played with my dog some, and called it a night. My dreams, however, were not something I could control. I dreamt of muscle shirts and green eyes.
Love the story and just hope Holden Holds in there sorry if there is a pun there, then ah No I am not sorry if it is there. Kennedy needs to see life like the artist she is. My sole mate is an artist and went the David way then returned to me some years later. (There is even the tie in with police in my life). So this story is like reading our life, hope you continue with many chapters of "Cuffed". Really was a no brainer to give it a 5*. Keep up the good work CC.