When Rebekah was just five years old, her parents got divorced, and her dad ended up moving to New York. This led to most of her life being spent without her father in the picture. Instead, she was left with her stepdad, who treated her horribly and...
In these last hazy days of summer a few simple tips to beat the heat.
One, drink plenty of fluids.
Two, stay out of the sun.
Three, limit all physical activity.
That is, within reason.
And if the heat's still too much there's always a cold shower.
Spotted, S and Lonely Boy, locking lips like all is forgiven. Will round two be any different?
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Rebekah trailed behind Chuck, his worn robe flapping open.Their phones simultaneously buzzed, shattering the morning calm.Chuck and Rebekah exchanged a curious glance as They checked their messages, their expressions mirroring each other's surprise.
"That's great for them, I guess," Rebekah said, her tone laced with resignation"It doesn't mean this is what I wanted to see."
Chuck chuckled"I don't think anyone wanted to."He kissed Rebekah's cheek"Come on."He pulled her along to the kitchen.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them.
As they poured coffee, Rebekah leaned into Chuck"Guess this means our quiet morning's ruined," she said, her voice tinged with playful resignation.
Chuck wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close"Wouldn't have it any other way," he whispered.His lips brushed against her ear as Rebekah's eyes fluttered shut.
The warmth of his embrace chased away the morning chill"I love mornings with you," she murmured.Chuck smiled"Me too."He nuzzled her neck.
Their coffee forgotten, they savored the moment.The buzz of their phones faded into the background.
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^^Her Outfit^^
Rebekah stepped into her house, leaving Chuck's warmth behind.Her father, Randel, and his wife, Cheire, stood in the living room, beaming as they turned to face her.
