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to talk about it more, about why you were there?”
    “No. I don’t. I want to forget about it, actually. I’ve dealt with their deaths; yesterday was a bad day. I want you to know, though,” he makes me look at him before finishing, “I’m not normally that guy.”
    “Let’s forget about it, then.”
    “Pierce is gonna kick my ass when he finds out you stayed here, rightfully so.”
    “No, he’s not. I told him we ran into each other. Seriously. I understand how rough yesterday was for you. I won’t say anything to him. I get it.”
    I want him to know that what he says or does with me is safe. “But please, let’s move on. Talk about something else. How about twenty questions?”
     
    ***
     
    Travis
     
    “Twenty questions? You want to play twenty questions?” I ask, dumbfounded.
    “Sure, why not? You explained last night, I understand, now let’s move on. I’ll go first. Favorite movie.”
    I hang my head for a minute, processing what just happened. How did this girl – this beautiful, brave, selfless girl – make her way into my cold heart in a matter of a minute? When I woke up this morning, the memories of last night flashed in my mind, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt like such a piece of shit. I don’t know what it is about her. A girl like her should be with a good guy. Not one like me, who's so messed up in the head that I walk into a lake, drunk off my ass, and practically drown a completely innocent stranger trying to help.
    Since Tammy killed herself and my unborn baby, I’ve been a fucked-up mess. When it first happened, I did nothing but sit in my apartment and drink myself into oblivion. I didn't shower for weeks because I refused to go into that bathroom.
    After a few months of agony, my mom kicked my ass into gear. I went back to work for my uncle’s construction company and made everyone believe I was healing. What they didn’t know was that as soon as I got home, I would drink shot after shot of Jack until I passed out. Then I would do the same thing the following day. This went on for about a year and a half. I got really good at pretending.
    Then Mom stopped by unexpectedly one evening after I had passed out. That was the final straw. She made me sober up, and I decided to move up to Wisconsin from Chicago to be by my brother, Brandon. He moved to the Milwaukee suburbs a few years ago and got a job as a police officer, like our dad was.
    I was fine all day. I even forgot what day it was until right before I picked Pierce up for Meara’s graduation party.
    Seeing all of the eighteen-year-old kids so happy brought back the memories of what I was like a few years ago. I had so much damn hope and excitement for my future.
    I had grabbed a bottle of Jack out of the cooler and walked around until I drank the entire thing. I remember looking over at Char and watching her profile. She was looking at the water with such a sense of peace. I envied her. She looked like a fucking angel – wavy blond hair halfway down her back, the reflection of the moon glowing around her like she literally fell from Heaven.
    I lean toward her and grab the back of her head. My only thought is to get my hands and mouth on this girl. At the last possible second, I decide to slow down so I don’t scare her, and brush my lips against hers. Barely there, but every nerve in my body comes to life for the first time in years. She’s hesitant at first, but once I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips, she presses harder and grips my biceps. My dick gets hard, and before I do something to push her too fast, I pull back and answer her question.
    “ Backdraft .”
    “Hmm?” she hums, eyes wide open, cheeks flushed, and damn if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
    “My favorite movie. It’s Backdraft .” I smile at her and let go of her head. I go to the kitchen with the excuse of getting a couple bottles of water. Really, I need a minute to tame my dick. I adjust my shorts and sit