Page 233 of Dirty Pleasures


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But as we drove up, Emily noticed that something was off.

A gang around the building looked suspicious.

We entered and she took me down into the sewer.

And the building did explode.

And my enemies thought they had won.

But the Lion had met the Mouse. . .

I gripped the balcony’s railing.

I wish I could mentally save her like she saved me. . .go in that head and match the puzzle pieces together.

I turned my thoughts to my mouse.

But, then. . .she’s also like the moon.

I grinned.

Emily had phases that left me in awe of her complexity and beauty. There were moments when she shone brightly, her laughter and energy infectious, filling my days with light.

Then, there were times she was more reserved, her inner thoughts casting shadows.

And. . .I desperately longed to penetrate her mind, to share her burden and bring back her light.

No. She is not the moon.

In my mind, I replayed her yelling at everyone in the hospital tonight.

She is a mouse merged within a lioness.

I considered Lunita and the other alters.

No. She is much more than that.

I let out a long breath.

I do not think there is one word or phrase that could truly embody what she is.

But what remained constant, like the ever-present moon, was my love for her.

That I knew for sure.

No matter the phase, no matter the change, my love for her was unwavering. There was this gravitational pull that kept me orbiting around her, always returning, always constant.

For in her, I had found my sun, my moon, and all my stars, wrapped in one breathtaking woman.

Movement sounded behind me.

I turned around.

Tisha stepped onto the balcony. “They are here.”

“And is my mouse still asleep?”

“She is.”

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