A.N.: I was really pleased with the reviews; I'm not used to get feedback so quickly when I write in Portuguese. The only bad thing about it is that I'm swamped with school work and I really want to get this story going. Thanks a lot to you readers!

After George left, Zoe started pacing around the room, holding her robe tightly around her small frame. Wade looked at her for a while and then stood up and started dressing himself.

"What are you doing?" She sounded confused and he didn't understood why.

"I'm leaving…" Wade answered to her obvious question grabbing his pants of the floor and started looking for his shoes. "Isn't that clear?"

"Why?" Zoe stopped pacing and throws her arms up; she was getting really frustrated with him.

"My work here is done!" She once again looked confused with his words. "You can have Golden Boy now, you don't need me anymore!" Wade explained while he put on his shoes siting on the edge of her bed. The hurt in his voice was evident and it was his turn to look confused when a small grin crept in her lips and she stepped closer to him.

"Don't be silly"

"Don't play with me Zoe!" Wade just walked past her to get to the hall way to retrieve his remaining clothes that had been discharged there earlier when all was right and their night of passion was not to be interrupted.

He was angry, she knew that, but to be true it wasn't her fault that George had showed up at her place in his wedding day, how could she know? How could she imagine that what she wanted the most a couple of hours ago were now becoming real and she no longer knew if she wanted it anymore?

"Wait… Wade!" Zoe went after him, his body was now completely clothed with the tux jacket ant the tie hanging in his arm, ready to take the small walk to his own house.

"No. You have to make a decision, and I staying won't help. And don't try to tell me that you are totally over George and completely in love with me! So… pick Golden Boy if you want, it's not like I care!" Wade walked out of the door without giving her time to say anything back.

Both of then knew that his last sentence was a big fat lie. He did cared, he did wanted her to choose him, he did not want this night to be their last one. And to some point so did she…

Zoe decided to be best not to insist in that moment. No one involved in this mess was in the right state of mind to decide or even discuss any of this. Not her, or George Wade or Lemon or even Lavon, so she did not called her best friend in this god damned town. She returned to her bedroom, and when she looked around to de candles that were no longer lighted and to the bed with the sheets and blankets all wrinkled from the early activities. The room still had that faint sweet smell of sex, of two people coming together. Zoe was going to change the sheets, but when she grabbed the pillow Wade used, she smelled him. His sent was impregnated in the treads of the fabric, and she liked that. So she simply laid down in the bed that already had lost their warmth, but she was surrounded by his sent, that was all she was getting for now and she hugged that pillow with all her forces as she fell asleep alone wishing for some company the next day.

A.N.: So… What did you think of this chapter? I'm feeling really guilt for not working for a couple of hours to write this, so it better be worthy.