Love Found in the Aftermath

eesy soap opera? Here I was, trying to soothe my mounting frustration. I even entertained the thought of picking up some pickled vegetables to add a bit of flavor to my rather dismal meal. Bu

a strikingly handsome face. His tall and lithe figure was adorne

said, "Sir, if you are s

affectionately ruffled my h

ngths to avoid, as if he carried the plague? How on earth had he undergone such a remarkable transformation? Once a naive and bumbling lad, he now stood before me as a s

WhatsApp, and Lacey's icon i

o when I saw him. How did I not notice befor

a moment, I said, "What, are you intere

moil. Yet Lacey insisted she smelled jealousy, which made me ponder. As I thou

video chat with Lacey's overly flattering face and pulled up Brandon's conta

r stand waiting for her with a bouquet of roses for over an hou

sapproved of. Instead, it was filled with an array of fruits and vegetables. He could spend an hour in the kitchen alone, then serve

ote a blog post criticizing my duplicity, to which I commented, "It's not d

a poke, and a spatula em

ish in hand. He seemed to have been standing there for a

Had he seen La

ne romance? Did he realiz

nging low. Yet I felt this guilt was unnecessary. He was just someone unconnected

ased, "Jerry,

ng at me and stammering, "It's ju

ually pulled him down to sit,

se, as if trying to decip

dashed to the kitchen to grab