𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 · "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞."
After losing her job and being left at the altar, Dr. Fiona Page is left to pick up the pieces of a "picture perfect" lif...
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No smut in this one, that'll be the next chapter which I'm probably going to put up tomorrow or the next day <3
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"And I dream too much and I don't write enough and I'm trying to find God everywhere." - Anis Mojgai, "For Those Who Can Ride in an Airplane For the First Time"
FIONA
January 18, 2023
She said she liked him.
She said she liked him.
And what was worse, is that she was having a fucking amazing time with him. His arm slung around her shoulder in the car, playing with her hair the entire drive back into town. She felt little sparks and shockwaves all the way down her spine that made her eyes close. Bea used to do this for her on long drives when they were dating.
Sometimes, when they watched TV together, she would braid and play with Fiona's hair. For some reason, Fiona found a comfort in it, a ritual she had missed out on during childhood that embedded itself into her as an adult.
Fiona looked up at him as he drove, her playlist for him playing in the background. She wanted to ask him about them, about what would happen between them, but it was going so well that she just didn't want to push it.
They had great sex, he was funny, charming, sweet, gorgeous, and creative.
He was also deeply sensitive.
She didn't expect any of this.
Fiona expected an asshole who refused to commit.
He didn't have to open up the way he did about his daughter. He could have kicked her out this morning when he found her in Matilda's room, but he didn't.
Neither of them said a word for a long time, until they reached downtown Portland. James stopped at a stoplight and turned to her, kissing her softly. She giggled against his mouth.
