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And kisses me.

And kisses me.

I pull back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you everything, Oscar.”

“Why?”

“Because you aren’t what I thought I wanted.”

I stare at her.

“What did you think you wanted?”

And what am I not?

She reaches for me.

“I thought you’d be so much more of a dick.”

“You’ve worked with me long enough to know I’m not.”

“I’ve worked with you long enough to know that it is,” she says. “But I now know that you aren’tjusta dick.”

“I’m not sure if this is supposed to be a pep talk or not,” I say.

“It is.”

“It’s not going super well,” I whisper.

“I know, baby.”

She kisses me again, and this time, I feel a rush to my head. I let her chaos wrap around me, and I allow myself to just feel, to justbe.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say.

“You all talk, Oscar? Is that what’s happening?”

“You’re just hurting.” She’s scared, and she’s tired, and I’m here.

And even though I want her so much, so desperately, I also want more.

I want her to actually want me, too.

Right now, I’m not convinced that she does. I know that she’s having a hard time. We both are.

And honestly, yesterday is a day where I was so mad, I could have fucked the hell out of her and not cared.

But this is Dolly.

This is the woman who has nobody else to look after her.

And right now, I want to look after her.

“I’m not just hurting,” she says. “I’m a big girl, Oscar. I can take care of myself.”

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