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get through this, and it will all turn
out for the better, you'll see,” he assured her.
    “ Once
you come out the other side of this heartache, it will be like they
unleashed the hounds, and out of nowhere, good men, good STRAIGHT men
will come out of the woodwork vying for your attention. I might even
join the ranks, if you'll let me!”
    Jacey
felt her body relax and almost melt into Alex's arms. I'm a reporter,
she reminded herself, but she was unable to pull away. She needed to
feel the support and embrace of a strong, caring, man. She needed
someone to tell her that everything was going to be alright, and that
the pain she was feeling would not last forever. Jacey let go and
sobbed with a complete lack of restraint. Then suddenly, she looked
up into his handsome blue eyes and without even thinking, she kissed
his lips with a surprisingly, uncontrollable, soulful passion.
    “ I'm
sorry,” she said, pulling away with embarrassment, “I'm
so sorry. I didn't mean to do that.”
    “ I
understand,” he said gently, “you couldn't resist
yourself. I am a 10 after all!” He teased.
    “ I'm
really not crazy, I swear. I'm just going through a rough patch. I
don't even recognize myself right now,” she explained.
    “ You're
okay, you're fine,” he assured her. “I get it. I've been
there myself actually. My girlfriend wasn't gay, the details were
different, but the feeling of betrayal, loss and heartache was the
same. It took a long time for me to feel okay again. It took me a
long time to want to hold a woman in my arms again, to kiss her, or
to want to be kissed by her – but I have to say, it was
definitely worth the wait!”
    “ You
mean I was your first kiss?” Jacey asked, gaining a bit of her
humor back.
    “ Yes,
my virgin, postpartum kiss,” Alex answered.
    “ Um
postpartum? You know that means the weeks just following a birth,
right?” Jacey asked.
    “ I
didn't say postpartum, I said, post part-em! I had post part-em
depression after my breakup.” He joked.
    “ Ugh,”
Jacey laughed, even as she continued to wipe away her dwindling
tears. “Just so you know, I don't normally go around kissing
men I'm hiding out with at convention halls. Let me just make that
clear.” She emphasized.
    “ I'm
glad you clarified that. I was wondering if you were targeting me
with your Twitter gps system.”
    “ What?”
She asked nervously.
    “ Hey,
how did you know I was trending on Twitter, anyway?”
    Jacey
felt an uneasiness in her gut. She was not a liar – at least
she didn't consider herself to be one, but here she was being a –
a misleader. She decided that word sounded a little less condemning
somehow, though being a misleader didn't sit right with her either!
    Here
she was, a journalist – and a damn good journalist, she thought
with pride, who had in a moment of weakness crossed the line from
objective reporter to active participant. Worse yet, she had been
deceitful by omission by not telling him immediately that she was a
reporter. Now that things have turned romantic and they have kissed,
she wondered how she can break the news to him. Will she still be
able to write a story now that she is part of the story? How can she
betray this man she likes so much? When she does finally tell him the
truth, how can he not feel betrayed?
    Maybe
now was the perfect time to come clean, she thought. “Well it's
a funny story, actually...” she began hesitantly.
    “ Great!
I love funny stories!” Alex smiled.
    “ My
friend told me...” Jacey began.
    “ And
so you hoped in a cab and ran right over to meet me,” he
jokingly cut her off.
    “ Yeah,
it was exactly like that, actually.” She said.
    “ Seriously,
so you were here at the debate when your friend texted you, right?
What did she say?” He asked.
    “ Well
he said...”
    “ Oh
your friend is a he? Need I be concerned about the competition?”
    “ No!”
Jacey responded emphatically, feeling flattered by his interest.
    Alex
took her hands in