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fight.
    “You said you’d let me explain.  So, let me do it without you going into your head.”
    “Sorry,” I reply meekly.
    “Babe,” he sighs, a grin twisting his lips as he shakes his head a couple of times.  “Don’t apologize.  Ever.”
    I swallow down my fears and gather my courage before looking him square in the eyes.  “Tell me.”
    “My wife,” he sneers and I blink at the clear contempt in his tone.  “Is an alcoholic.  I married her about three years ago.”  I continue to sit and listen quietly as he explains he married someone he didn’t love because she was pregnant and he wanted to do right by his child.  I patiently wait as he tells me about living in a hell he thought he deserved because his wife lost their child only days after they married, how he thought he was doing right by the woman by sticking by her and trying to support her as best he could, even though she spends almost every hour of every single day drunk. 
    “I’ve never even entertained the thought of leaving her and being with someone else.  Until I met you.  And now, you’re all I can think about.  You’ve managed to invade every single thought I have and I can’t escape you.  I don’t want to escape you.”
    “I’m sorry you’ve been going through this, Switch.  It sounds like hell,” I rub his muscled thigh in comfort.  “You’ve taken over my mind as well,” I admit quietly.
    “Good.”  His smile is genuine and I can’t help but reciprocate.
    “I don’t want to the other woman.  I can’t be that woman.”
    “I wouldn’t ask you to be.  I am askin’ that you wait for me.  I know it’s a lot to ask, but please, give me some time to make this right.  Give me some time to get Amber help.”
    “I’ll wait.  But, Switch?”
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m not going to wait forever.  I’m not going to sit around waiting for you to leave your wife if it isn’t something that you genuinely want to do.  I won’t buy into excuses.  If you want to leave her, do what you have to do, and then leave.  But, don’t sit here telling me you’ll do it, only to return week after week with some bullshit excuse as to why you haven’t done it yet.”
    His laughter surprises me.  “Something funny?” I clip.
    “I love your spunk.  And baby, trust me, I won’t bullshit you.  Ever.”
    He captures my lips again before I have a chance to respond and he only pulls away when we’re both breathless and he’s lying on top of me, pinning me on the couch.
    “I gotta go,” he says regretfully.
    I see him out and then flop onto my bed, my mind spinning, and even though a part of me is frowning upon whatever just happened, and is going to happen, with Switch, my heart feels full.  I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.
    I like it.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

JENN
    The next couple of weeks at my new job fly by.  I meet with the caterer’s and finalize the menu for the ball, I delegate jobs to the committee and I have a final meeting with the decorating crew who are coming in to turn our formal conference room into a fantasy inspired ball room.  They are being led by a famed interior decorator from Salt Rock, named Melissa.  I’ve only met her twice, and both times she overwhelmed me with her enthusiasm, out-there personality and even more out-there sense of fashion.  Still, I like her.  Her personality is addictive and you can’t help but feel up beat and excited when you’re around her and she’s throwing all these wild, seemingly impossible ideas into the ring.
    However, despite how busy I’ve managed to keep myself, I still can’t help it when my mind wanders to Switch.  I’m not sure what it is about him, but he’s totally captivated me.  I feel sick in the stomach with the amount of guilt that’s swirling around inside of me because I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but,