making. I’d registered and started classes. I was going to finish my degree in Communications. Since I loved music but had no desire to be a singer, I always wanted to try to get a job in radio. I’d already been scanning job boards to get a foot in the door. I started Wayne State in Detroit when I graduated from high school, but Shane literally stomped those fires when I was really close to graduating. I was surprised that so many of my credits transferred, and I was actually closer to my degree than I thought.
I’d aced my first tests in all my classes. I’d been promoted to Marcus’ position as team leader. He moved up to the Finance department. He’d finally be able to put his degree to use. Everything was coming up team L’oriel. We all went out and celebrated last night. Now I was preparing to give my praises in church this morning, and look super cute while doing it.
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I was glad Charity saved me a seat. However, I hated when the ushers made us squeeze in because now I had an empty seat next to me. Last week, I had some guy that tried to talk to me the entire service. I could barely keep up and take notes. I was trying to be Christian-like, but he really tried my nerves, especially since his breath was tart. I wouldn’t be able to hold back on someone today. I turned towards Charity.
“If your buddy comes back over here this Sunday, it will take the power of God All Mighty to get my hands from around his neck. I’m not about that mess today. I want to hear the word without his constant interruption.” Charity shook her head and laughed at me; she began to open her mouth to speak when my eyes widened, and the hair on my arms stood up. Charity clamped her mouth shut and stared at me initially with a look of confusion. I felt the buzz of electricity in the air, and smelled his familiar scent. I stayed turned toward Charity as my heart rate rose. I could feel when he took the seat next to me. I was afraid to turn around. Charity’s eyes bounced with amusement as she took note of Troy’s presence. She bumped Marcus’ leg to make him turn to pay attention. He dramatically huffed and turned, probably ready to curse her as best he could in the house of the Lord, particularly because of the way she was nudging him. When he turned and realized what was going on, a smile began to play on his lips.
“Hey Troy, it’s good to see you this morning,” he called out, still amused at my reaction to my love and former lover sitting next to me after all this time. Troy reached over me and shook Marcus’ hand, and gave Charity a playful nudge before he let his hand graze the tops of my knees. I immediately clamped my legs, attempting the stop the throbbing that was going on that shouldn’t have been going on.
The praise team took the stage, and Charity twirled her index finger around in a gesture to tell me to turn around in my seat. I rolled my eyes at her and turned. I knew her and Marcus were really getting a kick out of my reaction to Troy, especially since I opened my big mouth the other night declaring that I was over him as I took shot after shot, claiming team new boo all night. I danced and flirted with random dudes and even accepted a few phone numbers. Gah, he would show up to church today of all days and shoot holes all in my little facade. He knew what he was doing too, stretching out his long legs and ensuring to touch his leg against mines. He broadened his shoulders, holding his hands in a steeple, taking over my arm rest and making sure his solid arm rubbed against mine. I wanted to roll my eyes at him too, but was too afraid to look in his direction. He knew he’d get a reaction out of me. I shook my head and pulled my shoulders back, determined to appear unaffected. Okay Mr. Williamson, you want to play games.
As soon as the praise team begins to sing In the Sanctuary, I stand, swaying my hips side to side while clapping my hands. I can feel Troy’s eyes burning into my behind. I was
I’d aced my first tests in all my classes. I’d been promoted to Marcus’ position as team leader. He moved up to the Finance department. He’d finally be able to put his degree to use. Everything was coming up team L’oriel. We all went out and celebrated last night. Now I was preparing to give my praises in church this morning, and look super cute while doing it.
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I was glad Charity saved me a seat. However, I hated when the ushers made us squeeze in because now I had an empty seat next to me. Last week, I had some guy that tried to talk to me the entire service. I could barely keep up and take notes. I was trying to be Christian-like, but he really tried my nerves, especially since his breath was tart. I wouldn’t be able to hold back on someone today. I turned towards Charity.
“If your buddy comes back over here this Sunday, it will take the power of God All Mighty to get my hands from around his neck. I’m not about that mess today. I want to hear the word without his constant interruption.” Charity shook her head and laughed at me; she began to open her mouth to speak when my eyes widened, and the hair on my arms stood up. Charity clamped her mouth shut and stared at me initially with a look of confusion. I felt the buzz of electricity in the air, and smelled his familiar scent. I stayed turned toward Charity as my heart rate rose. I could feel when he took the seat next to me. I was afraid to turn around. Charity’s eyes bounced with amusement as she took note of Troy’s presence. She bumped Marcus’ leg to make him turn to pay attention. He dramatically huffed and turned, probably ready to curse her as best he could in the house of the Lord, particularly because of the way she was nudging him. When he turned and realized what was going on, a smile began to play on his lips.
“Hey Troy, it’s good to see you this morning,” he called out, still amused at my reaction to my love and former lover sitting next to me after all this time. Troy reached over me and shook Marcus’ hand, and gave Charity a playful nudge before he let his hand graze the tops of my knees. I immediately clamped my legs, attempting the stop the throbbing that was going on that shouldn’t have been going on.
The praise team took the stage, and Charity twirled her index finger around in a gesture to tell me to turn around in my seat. I rolled my eyes at her and turned. I knew her and Marcus were really getting a kick out of my reaction to Troy, especially since I opened my big mouth the other night declaring that I was over him as I took shot after shot, claiming team new boo all night. I danced and flirted with random dudes and even accepted a few phone numbers. Gah, he would show up to church today of all days and shoot holes all in my little facade. He knew what he was doing too, stretching out his long legs and ensuring to touch his leg against mines. He broadened his shoulders, holding his hands in a steeple, taking over my arm rest and making sure his solid arm rubbed against mine. I wanted to roll my eyes at him too, but was too afraid to look in his direction. He knew he’d get a reaction out of me. I shook my head and pulled my shoulders back, determined to appear unaffected. Okay Mr. Williamson, you want to play games.
As soon as the praise team begins to sing In the Sanctuary, I stand, swaying my hips side to side while clapping my hands. I can feel Troy’s eyes burning into my behind. I was