Part 3:
link “See you later,” Arthur says, kissing her one last time before he heads to his car Saturday morning.
She watches him walk down her driveway to his car.
“Stop staring at my bum,” he hollers back at her, and she laughs, busted.
She closes the door and leans back against it, thinking of how much she enjoys sleeping all night in his arms and waking up with him still wrapped around her.
Last night she made the mistake of confessing that she was a bit afraid of avocadoes,...
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