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Tuesday, May 29, 2007 @ 11:59 PM
The Mediator.

Jesse lifted Spike off his lap and put him on the floor. Then, he stood up.
What was he doing? I wondered. What was he doing?
I took a deep breath, and kept talking about not talking.
"I'm just - Look," I said, as he took a step towards me. "I'm just going to give CeeCee a call and maybe we'll go to the beach or something, because I really... I just need a day off."
Another step towards me. Now he was right in front of me.
"Especially," I said significantly, looking up at him, "from talking. That's what I need a day off from. Talking."
"Fine," he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both his hands. "We don't have to talk."
And that's when he kissed me.
On the lips.

The story's so good!