Human Hieroglyphix - Dex & Leila - Plot & Excerpts
"I don't think she knew that you'd scraped her off," Crys continued in a tight, soft voice. "That ain't right, Dex. You know that ain't right." Dex sighed and stopped the movement of his hand from reaching up to his chest. Yeah, he knew it wasn't right and he was paying the price for taking the pussy way out with Leila. And he was willing to bet that he was in as much pain as she was because every day he wasn't with her he felt like he lost a piece of himself, of something inside him. And it hurt. Hurt inside his chest. He'd actually seen a bruise there this morning, that place that he rubbed when he thought about her, remembered being with her. "Okay, Crys," he said softly. "Sorry for yelling. I'll try and treat you more like a owner and less like an employee. We about ready to open?" She nodded and watched Dex walk back to his booth. Her dad used to have a saying for just about anything that went down, whether good or bad. Crys thought he'd probably have said that Dex had cut off his nose to spite his face.
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