Why Don't You Just Meet Me In The Middle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“This is nothing compared to what I will do to her once we’re alone. She’s going to be screaming my name out of pleasure. I don’t think you’ve ever heard or seen what she looks like when she's truly, -“ “Cas!” I yelled out. “Stop. There’s no need to measure dicks right now. Let’s just call it a night and have another meeting in a few days.” “There’s no need, because I know I’m bigger.” Cas smirked. I slapped Cas’ arms playfully. He was right, though. Oliver got up first, “this meeting will be between the two of us, I assume. His presence does nothing to improve the situation.” “I think maybe it would be best if we had the discussion with a mediator present.” I said instead. “I don’t feel com

I wasn't giving up that easily. "Let me think..." she murmured. "Maybe by noon." I let out a relieved sigh. "Where should we meet? You can come over to my place." "I can't come over to your place," she replied gently. "I'd rather we meet somewhere public. Unless..." She hesitated. "Unless you have a problem with the press seeing us together. The media will probably make a big deal out of it." "No. Of course not." I scoffed. "I don't give a damn about the press or whatever stories they want to write. As long as I get to see you, that's all that matters to me."

Something inside me cracked a little at that. “We need conditions for any meet-up,” I continued, counting them off on my fingers, though he couldn't see them in the dark. “We can only meet up when and where we’re certain that no one will notice us. No more risks. No late-night kitchen run-ins, no random walks. Only when it’s safe.” He nodded. “Alright. Only when it’s safe.” I exhaled, feeling both relieved and sad at the same time. “This isn’t fair,” I whispered.

I am stopped short in my plan when Chris's voice echoes in my head. "Meet me in the center. Keep your dogs on the leash." Fuck.

"Home, huh? Okay, so, what's up with the girl you're meeting? Are you gonna taste her body before taking the next step?" I glared. I just never appreciated it when someone spoke about the fact that I was planning to have a meet up with an unknown woman. It was gross. I snorted. "I'd appreciate it if you kept quiet." "Dude." He rolled his eyes. "We've spoken about this, right? We both know that your cold and quiet nature won't make you find someone you like. Just go with the meet up." I sighed in frustration, stood up, and held my bag up. "Leave that for another day. And, I haven't decided on whether or not I'll meet her. I just wanna get home first, take a shower, and relax."

" For a moment I just stare at her, wondering if she has gone off the deep end after all. "How could I possibly talk to her right now? She wouldn't listen, and I'm not sure I even want to talk to her as it is!" "Not now, but eventually. When the storm has blown over, you're not high up in the clouds about just how wonderful your own life is, she's had time to reassemble herself, and you can meet on neutral middle ground. You're not in kindergarten anymore, just because Jazz or Bella might not want to deal with her again, that doesn't mean you have to cut yourself off from her. It's only a matter of wanting to

I list and she sighs “We were fine before all that and we can go back to being fine, I don’t want us to get roped into these things, it might look good from the outside but it’s not as pleasant on the inside. We spent only a few weeks in the palace and can you count how many problems we’ve faced since then? No, because they’re too many!” I understand her but why won’t she understand me? “Is there a way we can meet at the middle of this? Compromise?” I ask and she makes a face like she’s thinking about it.

“Next time someone crosses before they decide whether Cedar Draw’s rules matter.” Grant was silent. Hallie continued. “We can keep separating people after they arrive.” “Or?” “We get both sides in the same place before this turns into a series of individual fights.” A muscle tightened in Grant’s jaw. “Mediation.” “Yes.” “They haven’t agreed to conditions.” “No.” “Neither side wants to look weak.” “I know.” Grant looked toward the eastern trees. Hosting an encounter meant risk. Not hosting one meant accepting that the dispute was already reaching Cedar Draw anyway. He exhaled.

I hated how much safer I felt when he was near, even when every rational bone in my body told me he was a complication I couldn’t afford. I exhaled sharply and shook my head. “Fine. We need a compromise.” His brows lifted, just a fraction, but he didn’t move away. “I’m listening.” “I’ll meet him in a public place,” I said, forcing my voice to steady. “Somewhere crowded enough that he won’t try anything. Neutral ground.” Maxwell’s frown deepened. “That doesn’t fix the problem.” “It does if you’re there too.” His eyes narrowed. “You just said—”

Emma concedes, “but he was also trying to do something nice for you, and you ignored that completely.” I uncurl, spreading out corner to corner between them on the bed. “Well, what am I supposed to do?” I ask. “Pretend everything’s okay just because he put in a little effort? Put his ego before my happiness and stay silent when something’s wrong?” “Of course not,” Emma says. “There is something called a middle ground, you know.” I scrub my hands up and down my face. “What would that look like?” “I don’t know,” Emma says, shrugging.