C. Grindberg
C. is 35 years old.
She is the Accordion Player of The Whisper Of Claddagh.
C. is also known as "JessiHo".
C. is located in New York at 475 Flying Point Road.
C. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to write a poem in order to get ahead professionally.
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Falling
She knew how to read men. Knew how to keep it light, playful, a little flirty — without ever opening the parts of herself that were still healing. But Aidan made that harder.
He wasn’t trying to win her over.He wasn’t pushy. He was steady. There was something about the way he moved in his home, how he chose wine with intention, cooked with care,and teased her without ever making her feel like she had to play along. He listened — not just with his ears, but with those steady eyes that never looked past her.
When he said things like, “I’ll do the dishes… only if it’s six stars,” and followed it with a cheeky grin, she laughed, but there was something more in the way he said it.Like he was someone who’d built a life of quiet rituals — and wouldn’t mind someone sharing them.
She watched him talk about his assistant, not to brag, but to honor her. That struck a chord. That loyalty. That gentleness underneath his humor. And when he spoke softly — “I know I can ask for help… I just don’t like being a bother” — Crissy caught herself watching him a little too long.
And then the fudge.
He took a bite, teased her that he’d been replaced in his own house — “and I’m not upset about it” — and that grin, that flicker in his eyes… it wasn’t just about the dessert. It was about the comfort he was feeling. The comfort she was starting to feel too.
Then he turned on Sinatra.I’ve Got You Under My Skin.
The irony wasn’t lost on her.
That’s when she realized — maybe he was already under hers too.
When he pulled her close, kissed her — slow, not hungry — she didn’t resist. She let herself sink into it, into him, into the quiet pull that had been building all evening.It wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t a grand confession. It was something better.
It was peace.
It was trust.
She was falling for Aidan — not because he tried to sweep her off her feet — but because he didn’t.
He simply stayed.
And waited.
Posted 8/2/2025, 4:00 PM
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