I Bleed Ink supports any artist that supports the LGBTQ community. Forrest King does just that.
“Even with my Christian background, I have always felt that the people of the LGBTQ community did not deserve to …
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Seven had to stop herself from seeming too eager when she heard AJ ask her to come up. Play it cool Seven, relax, Angela thought to herself.
“Oh…umm…sure. I mean, if you don’t have any company coming over.” Seven finally responded.
AJ smiled to herself. “No. I don’t have anyone coming over. I could use your company though.”
They got out of the car and walked upstairs to AJ’s apartment. Seven hesitated in the doorway. She missed hanging out with AJ so much, but she had been dying to hold her again, and more.
Alyssa-Joy was tossing her purse on the counter when she noticed Seven still in the doorway. For the second time, she laughed to herself. AJ walked back over to her front door, grabbed Seven’s hand and pulled her in.
Once AJ had Seven take a seat on the couch, she put on some jazz, dimmed the lights and brought Seven a glass of wine to match her own. Other than the music, the living room was silent. AJ sat beside Angela and took a sip from her glass.
“Sooo, are you setting the mood?” Seven asked, jokingly.
“No ma’am.” AJ answered. “I’ll just come right out and say it thought. I’ve missed you.”
Seven turned her body completely to face AJ, “I’ve missed you too. I never should have put you on the back burner.”
AJ slid closer. “It’s okay.” She leaned in to whisper, “I’ve really…really…missed you.”
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