More Than Desire

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ened to fly. Just at that moment, when I had the opportunity to move forward, the car squealed and a puddle of water exploded. I threw myself b

me at th

, I could easily reach him and throw the umbrella in

He's had a crush on me since I moved from the apartment I was in to this one—the apartment was smaller and cost a lot more. My life has readjusted since I lost my job, a

car was coming. I ran across the st

she saw me, she smiled. I closed the umbrella and placed it on my wrist. I accidentally bumped into a pile of "Hunger Cat" cat food on the shelf. The bags dropped to the floor like dominoes. Abby narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow. She got up and t

're terribl

jumped, grabbing her in a tight h

r seeing her for just one day a week. The move wore me out a

eased

ng her along, leading her into her own shop, as if I already knew what ev

now. She tilted her

s married to a handsome guy, Mike Montgomery, a nurse, had two beautiful daughters—two little brats named Hannah and Maryah—and managed to open the pet shop she'd dreamed

owned, and I added, “Okay… I kind of foun

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ed and an asshole. She nodded. “And I don't know if…” The words die

ing the interview, he stared at me like I was just a poor begging. But if there's one thing I have to admit, it's that the asshole is terribly sexy. The perfect face—which I supposedly wanted to lick—was made up of vibrant blue eyes, a toothy grin that was painfully cheeky, and a dimple that was purely temptin

d my mind, but her voice sounded strangely surprise

shook he

e bag und

ter all, she was

placed it back on the red shelf. She hooked another package onto the hook on top of the other. I drummed my feet on the paw-speckled tile f

was

r. She placed herself in front of a pen full of kitten

rs dropped

ith Mr. Sheppard, the brother of Mr. Shaffer, who founded the company. I couldn't wait to get home and

tenth kitten a

till doing here

d something—which I really didn't need. She was my older sister, so it was only natural that an

ded to b

want me

ow it away. A smile crossed my lips. - W

ated th

stomach

My mind

tasks my boss asked me to do, and organize my sched

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*

, and snuggled under the blanket. I went to the anonymous chat site I discovered a month ago and talked to a stranger for almost an hour. Secret People Chat was almost an addiction. My father used to say it was wrong to talk to strangers, but I didn't listen to him, because since I was fifteen I've loved chatting with strangers. Back in the day, I used to send notes to scho

ed for someone. I saw a dot in

finding

the chat

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ring to the la

arted to go

ic excitement fi

Balls.

s. — Mr.