Honeymoon

Lollipop Isues 4

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Cuddy's house
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Cuddy-so....why are te really here...
House-because...I wanted to see if those two would hit it off... And if I went home than I could find them having sex.....
Cuddy-is that all....
House-no.....can I ask te something without te lying to me...
Cuddy-of course....
House-do te like me.....like più than a friend o employee...
Cuddy-we both know our relationship is going somewhere ..... And yes....I have liked te ever since that one giorno at college...
House-I thought te forgot about that....
Cuddy-nope.....I remember every...

"My dad wants to meet te for Natale dinner." Remy detto as she handed James a mug of hot cocoa.
"He does? That is...understandable." He detto with a nervous twitch. Remy smiled and sank down successivo to him on the sofa.
"My dad is actually very laid back about my significant others. He'll adore you. I mean, who couldn't?" She declared before placing a chaste baciare on his cheek. He grinned and took a sip of his drink.
"I haven't met a girlfriend's father in a long time...What does your dad like?"
"He is in to Film and reality shows. He isn't in to sports. So, wooing him with pallacanestro, basket tickets...

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The supermercato Savior


He stood in the produce aisle, grappling at a rather large erroneous looking tomato, his eyes fixated across the room where a brunette woman paused, handling her own set of vegetables. Wrapping his pomodoro in a plastic bag, he twisted a tie around the superiore, in alto and placed the tarnished red Cibo inside his cart. Again he eyed the woman. She had finished her comparison of two sets of Kale greens...

Chapter 1: Enough is Never Enough
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of House M.D. All characters/thematic concepts are owned da David puntellare, riva and Co.

The distinct sound of wood courting hardwood resonated throughout House’s once-empty, recluse apartment, the hollow bachelor’s pad that had served as his proscenium stage and knew him all too well. The stage that had tacitly reciprocated a promise: to never leave. Unlike Stacey, his indigenous thigh muscle, and his once “less miserable” outlook on life, his apartment had never negated o forsaken him. In fact, if his apartment walls...