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Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

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"I won't try and change your mind," I say.

She sighs. "Good."

"But, I won't be upset if you take the role."

"Okay."

"And I don't want you to reject it because of me."

"I'm not." She turns back to me. Slides her hands behind my neck. "I'm rejecting it because I want a break. I'd rather hang out with you."

"But the Alyssa I know would kill for a chance to play Blanche DuBois."

"Usually." She leans into me, wrapping her arms around me. "But I don't have the same priorities I used to have. I'd be away for six months. That's too long to be without you."

"But, Ally..."

"You promised."

"I could come with you. For a while at least. I could visit every weekend."

She shakes her head. "This is what I want."

"Are you sure?"

She nods. "Positive."

Our food arrives. Alyssa promptly changes the subject, but something is still off. Alyssa is so desperate to talk about anything else. She even asks about boring legal technicalities.

I try to shake it off. This conversation isn't going to change her mind. And I want to respect her decision. I do. But I can't hel

p the nagging feeling in my gut that I'm holding her back. I'm my asshole father, forcing my mother into this tiny box, refusing her desire to be something besides a wife and mother.

I can't let Alyssa give up what she wants for me. And I know Alyssa. There's nothing she loves more than tragic literature. She reads Sylvia Plath like it's pulp fiction. And for God's sake, she's obsessed with plays. Despite her undying love for her Kindle, she has an extensive collection of paper plays and they're all highlighted and annotated to death.

There must be a way to make her realize how much this means to her.

I sit next to Alyssa. "I was just thinking."

"You look cute thinking."

"I've never given A Streetcar Named Desire a proper read. You must own a copy."

"Don't start," she says.

"But it sounds sexy with the desire and everything."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a tiny smile on her lips. Perfect. She's getting excited.

"There are a lot of sexual themes," she says.

"Do tell."

"Please. Like your PhD mother didn't explain Brando's performance to you."

"Yeah, but I don't remember."

"You don't fool me, Lawrence. I know what you're trying to do." But her lips are curled into a smile. She likes talking about this kind of thing.



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