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bills on the table to cover my one drink. The waitress tried to make eye contact; she walked my way, and the closer she came, the more repulsive the familiar scenario became.
    In the past, she would’ve been bent over the bathroom’s sink as I fucked my frustration out on her. Today, though, it made this whole situation with Amanda more definite—defined in the sense that my actions now revolved around her emotions.
    My eyes wandered across the warm Atlantic waters, and I sighed. Love him. The words replayed in my head on a constant loop—I could still hear her with perfect clarity as she confessed how she felt . Love him.
    Not past tense. The feeling was still predominant, and that gave me a small thrill of hope that not all was lost. Maybe things could work out between us if I could just get her to slow down enough to listen to what I had to say.
    I was under no false expectation that getting my girl back would be an easy task. Her fire and stubbornness was something I loved about her. Amanda had never been intimidated by me—not counting today’s action—and that was something that turned me on.
    She’d put me in my place a time or two since we’d met, even going as far as to give me an ultimatum; it both pissed me the fuck off and made me want to place her over my knee. Tinge those sweet cheeks pink.
    “Where the fuck are you?” I whispered out into the night and took another sip of my drink while sitting outside on my rooftop terrace. The amber liquid did little to quell the strange emotions that raged within me. My eyes closed, and I tipped my head back against the same chair she’d sat in just a few days prior.
    We’d learned so much about each other that night. We laughed, and even discussed the trouble Hunter had created for both of us. Pissed would be an understatement to how she received the news of his latest set of lies. Maybe I could’ve hid that from her.  However, what would that have achieved? Her further distrust?
    Amanda deserved to know the truth everyone else was dead set on keeping from her.
    She fit into my life without it ever seeming forced; I’d given in to her every whim without an ounce of fight from me.  So why did I push her away again?
    The wind picked up around me, and I welcomed the cooling breeze and took another sip. My mind transported me back to that morning after she left my home. To the moment that made me shut down the feelings that were now clear to motherfucking see.
    I’ve loved her since the day she walked out on me in that café close to work, since she told me to get my shit straight before I called her again.  Fear for the emotions she created within me forced me to shut down, immersing myself in nothing but work for the next seven days. 

    “Morning,” Stacy called out as I walked through the spa’s door the day of our next appointment. Her happiness at the moment rubbed me wrong. There wasn’t a fucking thing to be excited over. Today had all kinds of fucked up written into its daily forecast.
    “Is it?” I grunted and walked straight back. There was no idle chitchat while we drank coffee. No plans for the upcoming weekend exchanged. Not a goddamned thing that I did on a daily basis.
    “What crawled up his ass?” Oliver asked her. He was one of my closest friends, and one of the few people that could ever talk about or to me like that.
    I didn’t wait to hear her response and kept walking. Once inside, I threw myself on the small couch across the room. With an arm thrown over my eyes, I lay there and plotted out the bullshit excuse I’d give my gatita today.
    There was no other way to handle this thing growing between us. I needed the distance to think and detach. We could continue fucking around, but at my discretion. My rules.
    The knock on my door brought me out of the internal battle she’d placed me in. There, by the door, stood Cynthia with a coy look on her face and a cup of coffee in hand. She looked pretty today. Softer.
    “What can I do