#poughkeepsie

Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #humor #poughkeepsie #humor

Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#poughkeepsie #romance #love

It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

She picked up the phone and dialed Blake's number. His silky hello made her smile. "You're smiling, right?" His voice was so intimate. "Of course," she murmured. "Does it still count if you don't see it?" "It counts when I feel it," he replied. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #love #poughkeepsie #smiles #love

I’m not leaving you. Right here, right now is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you. That means I don’t leave. Sorry. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #love #poughkeepsie

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #poughkeepsie

Livia held her spatula as Blake whispered in her ear. “I see us just like this a hundred years from now, old and deaf. I’ll be the luckiest man.” Emotion caught her—this was all she wanted. Simple, beautiful frittata moments with this man. “Someday, Livia, I’ll be man enough to buy the food,” he continued. “I’ll give you an oven. I’ll try so hard. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

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A very bouncy Kyle woke Livia at some ridiculous o’clock on Friday morning. “Wakey-wakey, you sloppy, old whore. It’s time to do you up. You’re going out tonight, so you don’t get to dress in nursing home casual.” Kyle ripped off Livia’s covers. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

We better get over to Beckett’s if you want to see how my day goes—before his crowd gets too raunchy.” Blake stood up and held out his hand. “It’s eight thirty in the morning. How raunchy could they be?” Livia wondered what, exactly, Beckett did for a living. Her question was soon answered. Everything bad. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

Don’t pray to me. Don’t pray to me!” Kyle said, alarmed. “We’re in this together. I’ve done things wrong too. We’re human, Cole. We’ll still make mistakes, but now we’ll always have each other to hold when it hurts.” Kyle’s eyes filled with tears. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love