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was that kept him so guarded with me.
    Royce was in love once before me, with a girl named Elizabeth, but he wasn’t the only one. His best friend at the time loved her as well. It tore their friendship apart. A long story short, Elizabeth was killed in a car wreck. Royce and the other guy were pressuring her to make a choice. She took off driving while distraught, and when she crashed her car, the trauma killed her. However, the most fucked up part is that when she died she suffered a miscarriage. Elizabeth was carrying a child; which no one knew she was pregnant with.
    When she passed away, Royce and the other guy were both left not knowing which one of them was the father, or who she was going to choose. Royce has never been able to forgive himself, or fully be the man I deserved because of his guilt when we were together. He thinks if he would have stepped aside letting his friend be with her…she’d still be alive. The accident wasn’t Royce’s fault though, or the other guys. Elizabeth had no business getting behind the wheel of her car while she was so hysterical. I’m not saying the accident is her fault either. Bad shit happens. It’s tragic and I’m sorry it happened, but life goes on.
    Royce was trying to move on with me, until he wasn’t.
    I remember the first day we met like it was yesterday.
    Royce had come into the gym to talk to Jay. I remember thinking wow, when he walked in. He was a guy that clearly took care of himself. Standing at 6’4 and weighing a good 250 all muscle, with a nice tan complexion, he was pleasing to the eyes. His eyes were roaming all over my body as I stood behind the counter answering the phone.
    He couldn’t keep his attention off me.
    I held my finger up as I took a call coming through. It was someone wanting membership pricing. He continued to gaze at my body, like he was undressing me right there on the spot.
    I felt exposed, but not uncomfortable by it, like I normally would when men checked me out. I returned his gaze and drank him in. His hair was medium brown, peaked in a faux hawk, and he had a smoldering pair of sexy grey eyes. I could have gotten lost in the storm brewing in them for days.
    There was a sea of pain hidden behind his flirtatious stare. A sea I wanted to drown in as long as he kept looking at me like he was.
    He broke me out of my trance when he started speaking. “What is it that you do exactly, other than standing here looking beautiful and making me hard?” I couldn’t help but laugh and blush at his forwardness. Those were the last words I expected to hear.
    He was charming, the word beautiful rolled off of his tongue like velvet. How could I not melt with the way he was looking at me, like I could be his anchor. Men never came on to me so blatantly. Sure they would stare, but not like Royce. They weren’t genuine like he was. Like I believed he was.
    “What you see here is pretty much it, exciting right? So what is it you do?” I turned the conversation back on him, I wasn’t comfortable talking about myself. Years of bullying had left me socially awkward.
    “A little of this a little of that,” he replied vaguely. He laughed and then he just had to bite his lower lip and lick it.
    I stood there like a mute, unable to speak. There was something about the way he bit that lip, and the way his tongue circled his mouth. I suddenly felt parched and, took a drink from my water, covering my awkward pause. Was I just imagining this man grabbing my face and thrusting his tongue down my throat? Maybe.
    I shook my head and continued to gape at him.
    “So pumpkin, what’s your name?”
    “Pumpkin,” I mumbled to myself.  I followed his eyes as they shot to my chest. I could feel the heat of embarrassment washing over me.
    He leaned in close, whispering his words, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your tits look like perfect pumpkins. In fact, I think I will just refer to you as Pumpkin Tits, that is unless you decide to tell me your