*edited as of 9/2017

Chapter 9

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Isabella's POV

"Are you ever going to speak to me?" My torturer whispers as I pass by him. I fight the urge to look over at him. My body aches to get closer to him but since I was at work, ignore him. Hearing his voice call out to me again, I say nothing and head over to another table.

…

"Name's Edward you know…yeah I thought that was important." He mutters under his breath.

I continued to ignore him. So his name is Edward. It was fitting.

I liked it….but I shouldn't have.

I didn't want to call him by his name.

Knowing this piece of information made him even more real to me and the more I acknowledged that, the higher the risk of letting him get close to me and into my heart.

Mystery guy he remained.

…

"You look like a Bella, not an Isabella. Very beautiful…please just talk to me." He begs as I give him his food.

There's no need to come to his table anymore when I already know what he wants. He orders the same thing every day. Grabbing his entree of braised lamb, garlic potatoes and asparagus along with a glass of red wine I become angry at myself. I was still letting him affect me. How had I memorized his order and the way he liked it prepared so quickly when I had other regulars whose name I could barely remember.

As much as I tried to ignore his presence, I found myself studying him more than anything. Of course not in open view, as I didn't want to be caught or give him any ideas.

From observing, I learned that he was left-handed and had the habit of shaking his right leg as he ate and the left as he drank his wine.

He'd been here every day this week; always sitting in my section. No matter where I switched to, he somehow knew where I was.

We were playing an odd game of cat and mouse. A part of me wanted to lay out a trap and end this little game, but a nagging part of me secretly liked the fact that he liked the chase.

I was masochist; a glutton for punishment for liking it but I couldn't help it.

Edward….uh ….Mystery Guy was signing the bill with a defeated look on his face. Sparing a glance at him, I immediately wish that I hadn't. Several emotions flicker across his face before settling on one of determination.

He looked tired but also hauntingly beautiful. My eyes drift over his hunched form wishing I could ease the tension that I knew was evident…because of me.

I knew I was treading into dangerous territory for even looking at him but as I walked over to pick up his bill I wanted nothing more than to look in those grass green eyes of his.

MG slides the paper and holder towards me gently; our hands brushing softly sending a surge of electricity to past through my body. I can tell he feels it too as he looks down at his hand in amazement.

Snatching the bill off the table, I run away from him and head towards the kitchen as if my ass is on fire. Once I'm in the confines of the swinging doors, I lean against the wall and let out a much-needed breath. Realizing how I had several other tables to service, I quickly get a hold of myself. Once I'm sure my heart isn't going to pound out of my chest, I head over towards the collection bin to drop off his receipt.

Just as I am about to put it down, I notice handwriting at the end of it. It was quick hand cursive but neat along the edge of the paper. It was a small but brief message that made my heart ache.

Give me a chance to explain and then I'll go.

…

"Are you going to put the poor boy out of his misery?" Bree asks as we wait to pick up our orders for our tables. I was now on week two of trying to evade the green-eyed Casanova. I was on edge wondering when and where he was show up and apparently irritating everyone around me from my paranoia…scratch that anticipation of when MG would appear.

"Why are you worried about him?" I ask curiously with maybe just a hint of jealously that I tried so hard to deny. Bree had been a little harsh with me lately and I was wondering what had bit her in the ass.

"Hmm let me guess…. Maybe I am a little concerned considering he's been here every day sitting in your section coming to see your ass for two weeks now. If I have to serve him one more time with him asking me about you since you seem to disappear now whenever he comes in, I'm going to stab both of you in the eye with one of these pretty forks. You ask me about him just as much as he does you." Bree glares picking up her tray.

"Seriously? You're mad at me?" I growl back.

" Not mad…annoyed! You, him, this whole thing. No offense Bella, you're my friend but I am not you! I don't want to be a buffer because you're too scared to go up to him. Like I told him, if he wants to know about you and vice versa then do it yourself!" Bree chastises, flipping her dark locks over her shoulder. She gives me one final glare before storming out the door.

…..

"You're seriously leaving because I had a mini bitch fit and hollered at you?" Bree asks incredulously. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at her head.

"No I'm going to visit my dad, is that a crime?"

"Normally no, but considering I ripped you a new one yesterday and now all of a sudden you're visiting your dad, I call that avoidance." Bree points out.

"Ugh, what do you know?" I flop down beside her.

"Well listen to auntie Bree." I watch as she grabs the shawl off the couch and wraps it around her shoulders before picking up my reading glasses to put on her face.

"You're doing too much." I laugh.

"Fine." Bree throw the shawl off her chest.

"Look I may be new to world of Isabella Swan, but as your new female best friend, I think it's my right to give an opinion." She pauses for dramatic effect.

"Just get on with it."

"You're being manipulative." Bree states hesitantly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're playing with Edward's emotions." I hop off the couch.

"Seriously, its Edward now? And I'm playing with HIS emotions? Are you for real right now?"

"If you would let me finish. You're playing with yours as well. Is, this whole thing is a mess. If you actually took the time to listen instead of shoving other people in the way this would all be over. From what you've told me, all Edward wants is to explain and then he'll leave you alone. What do you do? Run as usual. I'm on your side but this is just ridiculous. You are torturing yourself and don't deny it. I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but you need to straighten it out. You cannot play with people's emotions."

"What about my emotions? They've been played on enough." I cross my arms over my chest. I knew Bree had a point especially when emotions were involved but I felt like she was taking his side over mine.

"Is, I get it. You've been hurt but it's been years. Make a bridge and get over it. I hate to tell you but you're not the first woman to be cheated on and unfortunately, you won't be the last. Everyone's not bad you know." Bree breathes as I continue to ignore her and stare at the wall.

"Well…I've said my peace. I'll make sure Diego comes over to feed your babies. Text me when you make it okay." With a small wave, Bree quietly leaves.

…..WLTYAS…..

"So Bells, I haven't been completely honest with you." My dad grumbles as we pass the 'Welcome to Forks' sign.

"That doesn't sound too good." I mutter. I watch as his moustache twitches in response from nervousness.

My dad is never nervous.

Being the chief of police, I've witnessed men twice his size become reduced to tears.

Fuck! It must have been something bad.

Oh god was he dying? He was too young to die…okay maybe not that young but he still had some decades left in him right?

"Spill it dad." I beg.

"I'm kind of seeing someone." He grumbles not looking at me. I let out a sigh of relief that its not something worse. I still needed my Dad and would be heartbroken if….wait.

Come again?

My dad was seeing someone.

That was new.

The last person my father saw was my mother and that ended over a decade and a half ago when I was ten and they'd officially divorced. I was the byproduct of a cliché teen pregnancy with a couple of teenagers who married early and didn't know how to cope with the things thrown their way. Growing up I knew they loved one another, but they bickered like cats and dogs. They tried to hide it from me but being the observant child that I was it was no surprise to hear they wanted to divorce one another.

Mom had moved to Arizona shortly afterwards and I would alternate spending the summer between the two until I was eighteen, although my primary residence was still with my dad. Luckily for me, I knew they loved me unconditionally even if they weren't together.

"Is this person from here?" I question. My dad just nods his head but doesn't directly answer.

"Do I know this person?" Forks wasn't that big of a place, with less than 3000 people, which meant that I was bound to know this person.

"Yeah…you do." He replies vaguely.

"Dad what aren't you telling me?" I ask but he continues to ignore me. The rest of the ride is in silence and its moments later that we pulled into the driveway of the little two-story house of my childhood.

My dad still doesn't say anything to me as he grabs my bag from the bed of the truck. He gives me a cautious glance before heading inside, the door closing behind him.

"Dad why won't you…" My voice catches in my throat as the door opens revealing the woman who had caught my father's affections.

"Mom?"

"Hi baby!" My mother squeals, her blonde locks swinging in a long ponytail as she skips over to me and begins placing kisses all over my face. It had been a while since I had last seen her and normally I would have been just as responsive to her affections, but now I was just a little confused.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Phoenix with Phil?" I inquire.

Phil was my mother's boyfriend of two years. He was young, only seven years older than me (yikes) but still someone who managed to keep up with my mother and all of her craziness. He mellowed her out, which was something very hard to do.

Renee Swan was a free spirited individual whose interests changed as quickly as her underwear. Last time I checked she hated Forks and exclaimed she would never return to this "grass-hole" and yet here she was…at home…with my dad.

"Uh sweetie come on, its freezing out here and it's starting to rain." She grabs my arm and practically drags me inside behind her.

She attempts to pull me into the kitchen, discreetly trying to hide the fact that her stuff was all over the place including a pair of boxers and bra hanging off the edge of the above ceiling fan along with a thong on the edge of the couch.

Oh…

It doesn't take a genius to figure out why that was there…and the reason I'd probably never sit there again.

I sit down in one of the kitchen chairs and narrow my eyes at my mother as I hear my Dad thump his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He immediately heads over to the fridge and grabs himself a beer before settling back against the counter.

No one says anything.

"So you and Dad are fucking?" I blurt out. I watch as my Dad's face turns a very unhealthy shade of red while my mom looks down at the table.

"Sweetie, that's very inappropriate." She chides hitting my hand.

"So is seeing your undergarments hanging off the couch." I point to the couch. I was becoming concerned for my father as his face continued to turn a sickly red.

"Neé I told you to move that." My father blusters.

"I forgot okay, I was trying to clean the last place we…" I cut her off.

"Hello, offspring in the room! I want to know what's going on now!" I holler a little more forceful than usual.

"Isabella Marie Swan!" My mom booms, giving me the "mother's glare", that same glare that made you feel like you were five years old and two feet tall and had committed the worst crime possible.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm being a little impatient. I just want to know what's going on." I lower my tone. My mom gives me a weary smile before telling me how she ended up back in Forks.

I listen as she tells me how a couple of months ago (more like five) she and Phil had broken up due to some personal issues. He wanted kids and my mom didn't. It just went downhill from there.

My mom had told him that when they first started dating that it wasn't in the cards for her as she already had me and that was more than enough for her. Next thing you know Phil kicked her out and she was left with nowhere to go.

That's when my dad came in like a knight in shining armor and told her that she could come back and stay in the house as friends. Somewhere along that line, they fell back in love with one another and was back to being an official couple.

I was a little angry that they had kept all this from me, but I realized that I was to blame as well. Phone calls worked both ways and I never asked too many questions when they called, usually caught up in my own crap to pay attention.

That was something I had to work on.

After getting all the little details, I decide to head upstairs to shower while my mom begins cooking dinner. I drop my belongings off in my room, which was surprisingly the same after all these years. I quickly shower and change into a pair of yoga pants and t-shirt and head downstairs.

My mom is front of the stove finishing up dinner while my dad stands behind her with his arms around her waist. I watch as he plants kisses to the side of her neck making her giggle like a little schoolgirl.

It was cute seeing the two of together. They both were so happy to be in each other presence. Mom looked much happier than when I had seen her last. Her blue eyes were vibrant and a smile blatant on her face. For a woman five years away from fifty he never looked more young and beautiful than in that moment. My dad's eyes were watching her every move and she was looking at him as if he hung the moon. The image brought a smile to my face.

I suddenly felt like a little kid having both of my parents' homes with me over a nice hot meal.

I wondered how they could be so lovey dovey now with one another, when they did nothing but argue when I was younger. Eventually I concluded that it was probably due to the fact that they were both only eighteen at the time when I came along. They were young and trying to figure out who they were and a screaming infant wasn't going to help.

Nevertheless, I was glad that they found their way back to one another. I hear another squeal and dinner is soon forgotten as the two of them begin making out like teenagers.

Gross.

It was time to put a stop to this. As cute as they were, it was beginning to make me ill. I make myself known my clearing my throat loudly.

Dad kisses her neck one more time before turning around and grinning at me sheepishly.

"Hey Bells. Feel better?" My dad asks taking the seat across from me.

"Yeah and I can tell you are too." I smirk watching his face turn that distinctive red blush us Swans were known for.

"Sweetheart stop messing with your dad." My mom scolds bringing over her delicious pot roast and potatoes. Dinner was a nice affair full of chatter and laughter. It was one of those rare moments that I'd wish I experienced as a child instead of as woman.

Well maybe you could….with a certain green-eyed guy.

Damn it…there he was again. I was hoping that thoughts of Edward would stay dormant but alas I wasn't that lucky.

I finished my night routine and head back towards my bedroom hoping a nice cup of tea and a book could rid him from my head. As if she could sense my distress, I see my mom waiting for me on my bed with two cups of chamomile tea and a bag of my favorite cookies. She's dressed in her fluffy purple robe covered with penguins with glasses. The sight is so Renee that it makes me laugh.

It was much needed. It was amazing how moms could just tell when something was wrong with one of their children. She pats the spot beside her for me to sit. It was a regular twin sized bed, leaving no choice but for us to huddle together closely. I curl myself to her side feeling like a little girl again as she hands me a cup. We drink and eat in silence for a few minutes with one of her hands stroking through my hair when she speaks.

"Who is he?" The sudden question makes me choke on a bite of cookie. I clear my throat a couple of times and feign nonchalance.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I lie.

"Baby, I am your mother and I know these things. I see the turmoil in your eyes, now talk to Mama." She prods. I let out a deep sigh. If anything, I knew I could tell my mom anything in pure confidence and she would never judge me. She may sometimes give me a crazy response but I knew her intentions were pure.

I begin telling her everything from beginning to end. I explain how confused I was and whether or no I wanted to gets answers from Edward…eh mystery guy. I explain how as much as I wanted to run away, I was realizing that I maybe owed it to him and myself for an explanation. I was just afraid to do anything.

Once I'm finished I feel her hand brush across my cheek. I hadn't realized I was crying. She comforts me for a minutes until my tears turn into soft sniffles.

"You're entitled to an explanation. Both of you are, plus that Bree girl is right. You're both playing with each other's emotions. You leading him on by not speaking to him and Edward the same for following you all over the place…which thank heavens your father doesn't need to know about or he'll be down there with a shotgun." I laugh at the horrified expression on her face.

"Yeah you're right." I giggle. I stuff my face with the bag of cookies she had brought in.

"Now I have two questions for you and then I'll let you go alright."

"Firstly, what have I told you about assuming?"

"It makes an ass out of you and me." I mock in her voice. She swats my thigh.

"I'm serious, you got to stop thinking of the worst kid. All this negativity is just going to weigh you down. If I thought like that I wouldn't be here with your father again." A wistful look appears on her face before she gets up. She presses a kiss to my forehead before gathering our dishes to clean.

"Hey mom," she turns to look at me. "What was the second question?"

"Did you use a condom?" She smiles wickedly and I feel my face flush. I cover my face in embarrassment.

"Yeah why?" I mumble through my fingers.

"Damn it, I wanted some grandkids." She giggles.

…WLTYAS….

"Are you sure you aren't constipated?" Diego asks as I rest my head against his shoulder.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Well you got this look on your face that's between concentration and frustration. So I figured that you're either thinking about something extremely hard or you need to use the bathroom." His eyes twinkle in amusement and I pinch his nipple through his shirt roughly.

"Mierda! Isabella, I need those you know. What's your problem?" Diego rubs his chest painfully. I shake my head and rest it back down against his shoulder.

"Hey…" He tries to get my attention softly. "You okay?"

"Yes Di, I'm fine." I reply a little more forcefully than usual.

Okay…I shouldn't have been taking my frustration out on Diego but it was two days since my trip to Forks and my mom had given me a lot to think about.

Not that Diego had any knowledge of that. I'd sworn Bree to secrecy but who knows how long that would last.

"Isa…" he starts. I raise my notorious bitch brow to shut him up.

"Fine." Diego pouts. I roll my eyes and tug on one his black curls. He doesn't react. I tug again and he turns his brown eyes towards me. I knew Diego was feigning hurt but I figure I'd appease him a little.

"I'm sorry Di, forgive me. My hormones are little out of whack." I fib. I couldn't tell him the real reason I was acting a bitch. We had both been there and done that and I didn't want to trouble him with my problems. I wanted to figure out my own stuff without depending on him for once in my life. My response seem to be enough for him as he wrinkles his nose in response.

"Gross, but at least that explains your mood swings. You get mean." Diego laughs. I feign grabbing for another nipple to which he crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

"Stop it Swan, Bree likes these." He laughs cheekily, rubbing them suggestively and it's my turn to wrinkle my nose up in disgust.

"TMI Diego, I don't need to know these kinds of things." He shrugs his shoulders and opens up the box of pizza I brought over.

Diego and I were hanging out at his apartment. It had been a while since it was just the two of us considering our busy schedules and his blossoming relationship with Bree. We hadn't seen either other in a couple of weeks and I wanted to spend a little time with my best friend all by myself.

"That reminds me how is it going between the two of you?" I ask and I watch as his face morphs into one of the brightest smiles I'd ever seen from him. Diego takes a bite of pizza before turning towards me.

"Bree is just amazing." His eyes glaze over and he looks as if he wants to skip around the room and start singing in joy.

"You sound like a girl." I tease earning a wink from him.

"If that's what I am then so be it. Is, on a serious note, I think Bree is the one." Diego suddenly says. I'm startled by the conviction in his tone.

"What makes you so sure of that? You guys have been only together for a couple of months." I question.

Don't get me wrong, I liked Bree and our new friendship, but my loyalties lie with Diego and if she did anything to hurt him, I would wring her pretty little neck.

She'd probably kick my ass but at least I'd go down fighting.

Diego suddenly falls silent and I know he's thinking over what I'd asked him. I leave him to his thoughts and begin playing on my phone when he starts speaking; almost in a daze.

"I just know. It's one of those things I can't really explain. You of all people know that Bree and I have been dancing around one another for the past two years. Of course, I lusted after Bree, I mean who wouldn't. She's freaking beautiful." Diego shakes his head.

" I admit at first I just wanted her sex but now, it's not like that anymore. It's a factor I guess but not essential. The conversations we have, the way her face lights up…and Is, when she looks at me…. I mean really LOOKS at me… I'm learning all of her little quirks and mannerisms and I wake up in the morning excited to see what I'd get to learn about her. I feel it Is, in my heart that she is it for me." Diego finishes through watery eyes. The smile on his face is magnificent. I feel my own eyes water.

"That's amazing Diego. I am so happy for you. To see you in love, I thought I'd see the day." I give him a tight hug.

"Ha ha. I know, it was a long time coming." He gets that wistful look on his face once again.

"Get that frown off your face. You'll find someone. Of course they have to make it through me but you'll find your own Bree." Diego adds. I hadn't known that I had been frowning and I definitely didn't want him to feel bad after he'd just poured his heart out.

"Maybe I don't want my own Bree. I don't swing that way." I joke.

"Whatever smartass. Bree told me how close you two have gotten…thanks for giving her a chance. Two of my favorite girls getting along." Diego boasts.

"Yeah who would have thought? Bree is pretty cool. She calls me out on my bullshit and gives it to me back."

"About time. Sometimes you need to hear another person's perspective."

….the next day….

"Woman up Swan you can do this." I repeat my mantra a couple of times to calm myself down. I was on the verge of a panic attack.

Today was the day.

Today I was finally going to go over there and talk to Edward.

Bree had agreed to switch break times with me on the promise I dish the details of our conversation. It was only fifteen minutes today given the rush but I knew I had to risk it.

I'd grab his usual order and walk over to his table. He doesn't notice me at first; his body twisted towards the dance floor. I guess accustomed to my behavior, MG blindly grabs his fork and stabs it down into a potato and spears it, bringing it up towards his mouth. At first glance, I think Edward is ignoring me but his eyes are focused on a couple dancing.

It isn't until I pull out the chair in front of him and sit down that he notices I'm there. I watch as his green eyes widen in astonishment before they narrow. Edward's fork clatters softly against his plate and he stutters trying to find his words.

"You said you wanted to talk, so talk, before I lose my nerve." I urge quietly.

MG continues to stare at me in silence and it makes my stomach fill with butterflies and not of the good variety.

"I knew this was a bad idea." I mumble and try to get up. He grabs my arm to stop me.

"Please stay." He pleads.

I nervously sit back down hoping I didn't regret giving him a chance.

Edward's POV

I stare out at the dance floor watching various couples dance when I hear the sound of my food being settled down in front of me.

I didn't even bother looking up because I knew it wouldn't be her there. At first seeing her was a common occurrence and then she suddenly disappeared. Even if I sat in her section, she would somehow avoid me sending, someone else in her place.

I was slowly but surely getting the hint.

It was getting to the point that I was ready to throw in the cards. It was like a game of poker. When you had a royal flush you bet it all on the line. But if you were dealt nothing but duds, it was better to fold while you still had the chance and frankly I was feeling like the cards weren't in my favor.

Stabbing my fork into a piece of potato, I mindlessly begin looking out into the crowd when I hear the chair pull out in front of me.

I was just about to tell the person to leave when I look up and see that it isn't some random stranger but my beautiful girl. Isabella eyes me nervously while fidgeting with her hands. My fork falls from my hand with a soft thud and I'm stunned into silence at the appearance of her. My gaze must have lingered a little too long because she breaks eye contact.

"You said you wanted to talk so talk, before I lose my nerve." Isabella whispers.

Suddenly my mouth feels dry and my palms began to sweat. It was the moment I had been waiting on and now that I had the opportunity, I had gone silent.

"I knew this was a bad idea." She mumbles under her breath trying to get up.

I grab her arm, ignoring the warmth that radiates up my own arm. "Please stay." I beg. I would get on my knees if that would make her stay. Isabella nods her head and sits back down.

"Um, you'll have to excuse my silence, I didn't think you'd actually listen to me." I stutter.

"Well I'm here now."

"Yeah you are…I'm Edward if you remember."

"I do." She murmurs.

"I don't know where I should start." I lament.

"How about the part where you showed up at my place like a crazed maniac." Isabella rages.

Ah…there's my girl and that spark of hers.

"Yeah about that…I could say that I regret my actions but I don't considering it lead me to you." I confess, fighting the urge to run my hands through my hair. She was making me nervous.

Edward Cullen did not get nervous and yet I felt like I was going to puke from having her so close and yet so far. I really didn't want to fuck this up.

"Really? That sounds really corny." Isabella adds and I would have been offended if I didn't see the hint of a smile on her face.

"Yeah I guess it is…" I trail off.

"All I want to know is what do you want from me? You follow me back to my apartment and now you're here at my job? All of this from a one night stand? I don't know what you're thinking about me, but you must know that I am not that kind of girl who just lays…." I cut her off.

"I admit my tactics may have not been the right ones, but when I want something, I go for it."

"Let me guess, you want me." Isabella states fidgeting her hands once again. I grab one of her hands and intertwine her wingers with mine.

"Yes I do Ms. Swan. I don't think I ever wanted something more in my life." Isabella shakes her head.

"How can you want me? You don't even know me. We were just two people who fucked and now you're here claiming you want me, lust is fogging up your brain and…" I cut her off again.

"I really wish you'd stop cutting me off like that." Isabella growls.

"I'm sorry love, but I know what I felt that night was real. I know you felt what I felt. I don't know why you're trying to hide how you feel from me. I see it." I push with determination. I was not going to let her get away from me.

" How do you know how I feel? I left remember?" She snipes, giving me a vivid reminder of that night when I woke up alone. Since I was the one who usually left it was a wakeup call.

"I know how you react to my touch. Even now you could have been let go of my hand and yet you haven't. Please don't act as if you don't feel the connection between us." She continues to shake her head back and forth.

"No…I don't know what I'm feeling and I saw you with…" she trails off as a tall raven-haired woman that I remembered as Bree approaches the table.

"Is, I'm so sorry but your break's over and Fred wants to see you." She gives Isabella a sad smile.

"Yeah I should go." Isabella lets go of my hand and gets up.

This could not be over, it just couldn't. There was still so much left to be explained. I grab her hand once more and feel the electricity surge between us.

"Look… I told you I would leave you alone once I got the chance to explain but I'm not finished. Can we speak at another time?" I plead. Her beautiful brown eyes stare at me and I could see the confusion and conflict battling in her eyes.

"I don't…" she seems hesitant.

"Look I'll give you your space and won't come around the restaurant, but I just need to explain. Here's my number." I quickly scribble it against the cloth napkin not even caring that it was probably washed and reused for the next day. I shove it in her hands and close her palm around it.

"Please." Isabella nods her head and turns to leave. That Bree girl begins to trail behind her but stops, suddenly turning her attention to me.

"Look, I don't know what you're playing at but you better not hurt my friend. As much as she is trying to hide it, she likes you and I can see you do as well. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and hope this works out in your favor because she deserves to be loved. But if you hurt her, my foot will be so far up your ass you'll be able to taste my nail polish." She stresses at me before smiling brightly at me.

"Enjoy your meal!"

Suddenly I wasn't so hungry anymore. The ball was now in her court. As much as I wanted to stay here, I was going to give her space.

I was a man of my word.

If given the chance to explain and she decided she didn't want me I would leave her alone and move on.

Even if it killed me.

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xoxo Sylvia Cullen