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He was a champion listener. And not for show. He genuinely cared what you had to say, always wanted to know more. It was like having a spotlight on you all the time, but not in a way that made you feel exposed or on display. It just made you feel . . . warm. Appreciated.
It didn’t hurt to talk about her parents anymore. The loss still ached, but the pain was a weight rather than a sharp edge.
Vivi knew it was probably stupid to feel this happy when things were going this wrong, but that was the peril of multiple orgasms.
“Seriously, dude, don’t care whose dad you are or how fancy a witch you are, keep talking shit about my cat, and I will personally kick you down this mountain.�
