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Afterlife
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Complete, First published Sep 21, 2021
Mature
Lisa reached up with her free hand.  It was not fair that she had to be so utterly vulnerable to him while he got to hide.  Michael caught her wrist.

"Don't..."

"You don't need them in here, Mike."

"I do. My eyes are hurting from...and I got a headache..."

"Please..." 

He stilled, biting his lip.  

Michael brought her hand down gently.  Surrendering, she dropped it the rest of the way. Maybe it was for the best. 

Lowering his head, he seemed to think for a moment.  Then, in a surprise move, he hesitantly took off his shades.  Keeping his eyes closed for a moment, he finally met her gaze. 

Lisa swallowed



This story takes place in 2009 and starts on the day the world stopped- June 25.  Of course, having the luxury of the alternate universe with a different outcome, the story takes off from there, investigating what Lisa would do with her suddenly unearthed feelings.
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23 parts Ongoing Mature

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved