Karen's Home

"They hated me, didn't they? They know I have a lot of money, they have me pegged as one of those high society snobs, and they couldn't see who I really am. It's okay, honey, I get that a lot."

"Yes, they hated you. You irritated them, and if I don't stop seeing you, I'm pretty sure that I will be ostracized from the group."

"Seriously?"

"No, of course not. They loved you; they thought you were smart, funny, and they can't wait to see you again."

"You jerk!" she said with a laugh. "I seriously thought you were going to lose them if you kept seeing me."

"Even if I was, I would still see you." He kissed her and let silence take over for a moment.

"So, are you ever going to answer my question?" she asked.

"Which question?"

"The one about your writing. How did you learn to write like that? I loved it." Just then, the phone rang. Stan. The only time Will was actually thankful that Karen still had him in her life. She went to pick it up, and when he heard her saying those sweet things to Stan that she had just got done saying to him, he immediately wanted to be anywhere but here. When she returned, he stood up.

"I'm going to get going," he announced.

"What? Why? You just got here."

"I'm just really tired; it's best if I go." He made his way towards the door.

"This is plan 'C-c,' isn't it?" This made him turn around. "You know, the one where you don't want this to happen."

"That's not it at all, Karen. I would love nothing more than to spend the night with you."

"Then why won't you?"

"How can I stay here after you just got done telling your husband all the things that you were telling me?"

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Will

Do you know how much I would love to wake up with you in the morning? How much I would love to feel your warmth against me, to watch as you slowly come back to life? You would tell me your dreams, your voice still weak with sleep. I could stay there all day, if I had the chance.

It killed me to walk out your door.

I'm sorry.

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The Next Day

"I'm so sorry; you don't know how much I wanted to stay, I just couldn't," he said on the phone.

"It's okay, I understand."

"Look, let me make it up to you. Come over."

"When?"

"Whenever. I just want to see you again. And prove to you that we are not using plan 'C-c' here."

She laughed. "I'll be over soon," she replied and hung up the phone.