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eyes met mine, his brows raised. His gaze followed my steps, as I sat before him, giving him a sympathetic stare.
                  Pressing the ice pack against his cheek, he stared at me, his expression blank. I could tell he was confused, and I guess, so was I. I didn’t know what possessed me to treat his wound, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bad.
                  “I don’t like being touched by strangers,” I confessed, my hand still wrapped around the ice pack against his cheek.
                  He didn’t say anything, but when his hand curled over mine, I yanked my fingers back. The pack fell in the space between us, and he smiled, staring at me in amusement.
                  “Looks like I learned something about us,” he said. “You hate being touched by strangers, and I love it. I mean, as long as the stranger is a beautiful woman, I would never mind.”
                  I frowned. “You’re a professional flirt.”
                  “That I am,” he agreed, shooting me a wink.
                  I sighed, pressing a hand against my forehead, which began to slightly throb. Returning the hand on my lap, I sat a foot apart from him, allowing us an appropriate separation.
                  “So spill,” I said. “Why did you say you’ve been looking for me? What’s your deal?”
                  His childlike eyes, had darkened, as he straightened against the sofa, giving me a stare so cold, I suppressed a shiver.
                  He cleared his throat, as if preparing for a grand introduction.
    “Alright,” he began. “This is going to sound insane, and I mean, really off the rocks insane, but bear with me here, okay?”
    I nodded. “I’m listening.”
    He licked the bottom of his full lips, and for a moment, my gaze dropped to his mouth, lingering for a second, before I shook my head, snapping out of it. My eyes returned to his, and I was surprised, for he looked awfully nervous. His hands shook just slightly, as he ran them both through the thick main of his hair, inching so close to me, our noses almost touched.
    “I need you to marry me,” he whispered, desperation seeping from his tongue.
    I blinked, my heart thumping in my chest, as his statement repeated in my mind like an echo.
    The crashing of a tin cup broke our stare, as we both turned around, staring at April, who stood against the kitchen wall. Her bright purple locks rested by her thin shoulders, as her ocean blue eyes traced from him to me. Her pale skin illuminated from the stream of light coming through the kitchen window, as she stood in a hot pink nightgown, her mouth hanging open.
    “I know you,” she said, staring at him. “You’re James Bellevue…playboy and womanizer extraordinaire. What the hell brings you along to our humble abode? And, wait, wait just a moment…I think I got something stuck in my ear, because I swear I just heard you propose to Dorothy. Oh no…crap, crap, crap! You guys had a one night stand and now she’s pregnant isn’t she? I’m going to kill you. I swear, I’m going to kill you.” 
    Oh, I forgot to mention . April is insane.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
                  James threw his palms in the air, looking a bit spooked, as April took slow steps towards us, her powder blue eyes, glaring. Her light purple locks swayed over her thin back, her small hands, enclosed into fists, as the pink satin of her dress moved along her slow stride.
                  “What the hell, Dorothy,” she snapped, staring at me. “You’re with this jerk?”
                  I sighed, suddenly exhausted, as I stood before James, protecting him from her over exaggeration.
                  “April…look at me,” I said slowly. “Did you feed the