( MIA already? )

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( You can never go back. )

( Heading back to the office )

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( Breakfast, in the shower? )

I’m dragged up out of a dreamless sleep by the sound of Sting wailing to Roxanne from the clock-radio somewhere to the left of me. With my eyes still shut, I grope blindly for the alarm (Should’ve turned the damn thing off last night…) and freeze when my hand makes contact with warm bare skin. My eyes snap open, the memory of last night hitting me ( Read more... )

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He doesn’t fight fair because he’s refusing to get mad, deflecting everything I throw at him with cool sarcasm. “It’s been a long time since I was a lawyer,” I point out, struggling to match his pointed calm. And of course he goes and screws that attempt up by leaning into my touch and distracting the hell out of me in the ( Read more... )

Not a day goes by that I don’t regret being here, dragging my friends along with me into this hell of a place. But I had to, I didn’t have a choice. Lilah made that clear ( Read more... )

Things weren't going the way they were supposed to be going. Which, on it's own, wasn't all that odd. Things hardly went the way I'd wanted them to go. No, that wasn't it. It was the fact that we'd joined Wolfram and Hart which was the unsettling part. The fact that I had *no* idea how things were supposed to be going which worried me. As well as ( Read more... )