"What kind of details are you looking for, Danny? Fifty Shades novel or CliffsNotes?" I say. If he needed something with pictures I'm pretty sure there are still bite marks to be found.
It isn't until he asks why I left that I actually look at him. What was my other option? Stay? Wake up to Danny shouting and turning colors and pacing a hole in his floorboards. Blaming it on the alcohol or Mercury nearly being in retrograde again. Telling me to leave.
Waking up and liking it a bit too much before a wave of all that other stuff hit.
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It isn't until he asks why I left that I actually look at him. What was my other option? Stay? Wake up to Danny shouting and turning colors and pacing a hole in his floorboards. Blaming it on the alcohol or Mercury nearly being in retrograde again. Telling me to leave.
Waking up and liking it a bit too much before a wave of all that other stuff hit.
"It seemed like the safest of my two options."