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“ oh, god, ” he sighed, heavily, slumping down on the small chair beside the other, stealing a champagne glass from the nearest waiter. around him, the wedding reception went on, to the sound of a bad local band and the continuous chatter of almost strangers and too close family members. richard couldn’t take it anymore. “ why do people this ? why do they make this a big party ? i don’t get it. sign the papers, take the money, go on a trip around the world. they can’t honestly think this will be fun. ”
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his heart shatters. he doesn’t know why, only that it does. one moment frank is breathing, the next every sharp intake of air seems to spread fragments of glass further into his chest. “ what the fuck are you doing here ? ” he isn’t really looking at juliette as much as he is staring. mind working to convince his eyes to blink in order to make this mirage disappear. grip on his beer tightening. “ you had the entire goddamn world to explore, you couldn’t leave five stupid miles of suburbs for me so i wouldn’t have to look at you again ? ”
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“ come on, come here. ” he waved his hand, motioning for them to get up, stand near him. holding the gun, away from them both, jason pointed at it as if urging the other to get it. “ i’ll teach you how to get it from me. it’ll be good. you know, i, just so i know you can take care of yourself and all that. give me peace of mind. ”
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" well, you texted all our friends a picture of me with the caption i'm going to tap that, you don’t think that warrants some type of conversation ? "
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FRANK: you look like a goddamn museum pciture thingy, did you know that?
FRANK: somtimes i am just sitting here like damn
FRANK: how is she so goddamn beautiful
FRANK: no i am not drukn
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frank slides one arm on each side of her, holding juliette between his body and the kitchen counter, and his kisses start on her shoulder, moving neck, jaw, stopping to nibble her ear. “ you look so good, babe. ” and he hates it. hates that he likes it, hates that she looks hotter now than she usually does, hates that amanda is outside hosting the party and he is standing there, breath caught at the back of his throat while looking at his daughter’s babysitter.
there is the husky ring attached to his tone, “ is that on purpose ? ” guilt tugs at his chest. his hands sliding to her waist. “ looking that good for me while she is right fucking there ? ”
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