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snap out of it. It doesn’t help that Ian apparently isn’t talking to me.
    I’m helping Ashley get creative by stripping, she says it helps, but I think she just misses me. Although, while I’m dancing, she is drawing and writing, so I don’t stop. I’m not into it though, I don’t feel sexy, I feel . . . lost. The bite mark on my wrist keeps drawing my attention because it’s purple today.
    Not looking up from her sketchpad, she says, “You can stop.”
    I wish we could still have sex; I think sex might help me snap out of this mood.
      “Have you thought about the wedding?” she then asks and glances up at me.
    I’m relieved she looks back at her sketchpad because the terror across my face would start an in depth conversation I don’t want to have right now.
  “Uh. I don’t think it’s going to be a wedding. Just going to go to the court house, ya know?”
  “Lame,” she blubbers.
      “Do you think Karen would be a bridesmaid?” I then say, accomplishing my goal to make her laugh.
      “Better idea, let’s push Karen off the balcony at Ian’s.”
  “Hmm, not a bad idea.” I grin and walk away before calling out, “I’m kidding!”
  “You’re not!” she yells back to me and I smirk, looking in the refrigerator.
    I’m not hungry but I’ve been doing this all day. I look, I don’t see anything I want, I walk away. This time I grab a block of cheese and start cutting because maybe if I just feed myself I’ll stop with this senseless game. My phone is ringing and I glance up, seeing it’s Ian. The fact I’ve been dying to hear his voice causes a flutter in my stomach.
  “Hello?” I answer, trying to sound like I’m causally hanging around and not waiting for his call like a lovestruck teen.
  “Dinner tonight?” His tone gives nothing away as to if he’s still angry with me.
      “Where would you like to go?”
  “I’d like you to cook something.”
    My lips turn up on their own accord. How does he make things seem so perfect when they’re not?
      “I love you, Ian,” I whisper.
  “I love you, baby. I’ll see you around six.”
    Relief ripples through me like a slow rising tide. I love this man immensely.
     
    *LUXE*
    Ian walked in to the amazing aromas of roasted chicken with oil drizzle, potatoes, and roasted Brussels sprouts. Lilith wore an apron over a tank top and yoga pants and the sight of her looking like a domestic goddess made him grin.
    Approaching from behind her, he said, “Smells so good, baby,” while putting his right hand to her hip and holding out flowers with his left.
    With a blushing smile, she took the flowers, keeping her back to him so he didn’t see the blush, but he did see her purple wrist.
      “You should see a doctor, Lily,” he softly said.
    The irritated purple skin looked painful. She did some damaging with her insane gnawing.
      “It’s fine, but I do need to see a doctor for the pill. When will I be insured?”
  “Shit. Tomorrow.” Standing behind her, he grabbed the vase down she was struggling to reach. “I’m assuming the furniture and whatnot are suitable?”
      “I’m fine with it. I mean, I feel a little weird it’s not mine, I didn’t pick it out, someone else has used it—”
  “We’ll get new everything,” he blurted.
  “No! I like it. I was going to say but I like it. It’s all fine. There hasn’t been something I’ve needed that isn’t already here. Of course I love the art and I’ve added my own.” She smiled and glanced at the Tiki masks on the wall.
    Ian looked over and when he saw the masks, anger filled him. He liked the masks, but he knew where the second mask came from, causing his indignation.
    Lilith served dinner then walked to the refrigerator. “I have water, baby? That okay?”
  “We should buy beer.”
      “We should, but for now.” She set the water in front of him.
      “Lily,” he said, watching her cut into her chicken.
      “Hmm?” she