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You tip your cowboy hat and offer me a beer.
"You rock."
"I know. Are you waiting for someone?" you ask and point to the open seat next to me.
"Nope." I pat the log. "Join me."
When you sit down, I catch a whiff of your distinct scent over the burning logs. Sandalwood and sunshine and something so incredibly Edward. Sam practically owned stock in Axe body spray, but you don't need any of that shit.
"How've you been?"
I take a sip of beer and sigh. "Everyone has been asking me that for the past month and a half, and the answer is still the same. I'm great. Getting dumped on my birthday was the highlight of an exceptional year." I turn to find you staring at me, and I'm glad to not see a hint of pity. "How are you? Where's Makenna tonight?"
You chuckle, and the flames sparkle in your emerald green eyes. "We broke up ages ago."
"Really?"
You nod and rub the side of your scruffy face. "She got a little crazy, so I figured it was for the best that we went our separate ways."
I frown and drain the rest of my beer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
You offer me another, which I gladly accept.
"Don't be. It was nice at first, but things changed, and I knew going in that she wasn't the one."
You give me what I think is a deep, meaningful look, and I feel a fluttering sensation deep in my belly. You've always given me butterflies, and we've got chemistry for days, but the timing's never been right for us.
If you weren't seeing anyone, I was or vice versa.
