More Than Before

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Sleep was eluding her now that she was wide awake and wondering how this was going to affect their relationship. Her head was spinning and it wasn’t thanks to the two bottles of wine she’d managed to drink to herself. He hadn’t even been in her loft twenty minutes before she was sitting in his lap. Where the hell had her mind gone to last night? She’d been good ol’ Fallon with a side of bitch when he’d walked through the door, then next she was as open as she ever got with anyone anymore and the one after that she was tossing caution the finger and straddling Gabe’s lap for a very impromptu make out session. God, what had she been thinking? She knew what she was thinking. She hadn’t been that drunk despite the amount of alcohol that had been coursing through her system. She’d been crushing on Gabe for far too long, it was only a matter of time before something was going to happen, if she thought about it.

Finally, since sleep was being unforgiving, she opened her pale eyes, first glaring at the window she’d forgotten had the blinds still up. She hated when she did that, but it wasn’t the time to dwell. She usually closed them just before she went to bed, but she’d been a little preoccupied and the morning sun had slipped her mind. It was better to get the awkwardness of the morning out of the way. It was inevitable, and it was Gabe, how awkward could it really get? They’d find out. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep and her smile was soft. “Morning,” she said, quietly, looking up at him before turning her attention to searching for the blind man’s glasses. Fallon pushed herself up from Gabe’s chest and reached across him to the side table closest to that side of the bed and the door. She felt around clumsily for the geek chic frames until her slender fingers hit them, making them skid across the surface a bit further. She mumbled something unintelligible about the sun being too bright for whatever time it was as she wrapped her hands around the lenses and brought them back to his chest, where her hand fell again. “I’m hungry. How do crepes sound?” she asked, blatantly avoiding the topic she knew was coming. How could it not? She sat, up, taking the sheet with her and ran her free hand across her eyes, rubbing the sleep away.

It was the morning after they’d slept together. The morning after she’d basically jumped him. But he hadn’t really stopped her had he? That had to mean something. It never occurred to her sleep hazed mind that she was just a convenience, a warm body. She knew Gabe wasn’t the type of person to be able to do that. It was usually the girls he was interested in that were like that. In a world with infidelity and one night stands the norm, Fallon was a little old fashion. She didn’t have one night stands, and before this moment, she’d only been with Brad, much to the surprise of pretty much everyone if she’d ever open her mouth about it; she was classier than that. She wasn’t a fan of casual flings and preferred to have feelings for the person she was sleeping with. Her stomach growled softly, reminding her that she couldn’t sit around all day and analyze everything. Thankfully, her shirt hadn’t been thrown far and she could reach it from the edge of the bed. She plucked it up off the floor and slipped into the oversized tee.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

The sun was bright and it only worked to make the situation clearer to the twenty five year old scholar. Last night seemed like such a blur to him still and it was taking him a bit longer to gather his thoughts together, though they were just about as scattered as the clothing around the room. It wasn’t like he had come here last night for physical comfort or convenient sex. Hell, they hadn’t been on his mind at all and within half an hour of banging on the door, he had been carrying his best friend to bed in a whole new way than before. His thoughts and feelings were tangled and confused, but he couldn’t deny that he felt great this morning. It had been a long time since he had felt so…light. Thinking back on what had happened it made sense, but at the same time, made everything oh so very complicated. How did Fallon take last night? How was she feeling about it all this morning? He had seen the wine glass and the bottles on the table when he came in, but paid little attention to them until now. Was it just a drunken fling? If it was that, then he felt awful. That sort of thing might have happened in college, but he wasn’t that type of guy; he wasn’t Myles.

Gabe was startled, but only slightly, by the sound of Fallon’s voice. He hadn’t realised she was awake yet. “Hey, morning.”

[/color] What was he supposed to say after all of this?! This was not a good situation to be in. Last night might have been worth it, but Gabe was hardly the most suave of men and since he hadn’t planned on seducing Fallon, he had no idea of a game plan now! He watched as she leaned across, finding his glasses much quicker than he probably ever could. In his own room he had a set place for them on the shelf near his bed, but obviously there was no reason to have a safe place for them at Fallon’s. Still, feeling her so close to him again only reminded him of how they had gotten here and he closed his eyes, savouring the moment before things would probably get awkward. “Thanks.”[/color] He cleared his throat, dry from the drinking the night before and slipped his glasses on, his vision instantaneously corrected again. At least he had a bit of power back now that he could see.

She seemed to be acting so casually about all of this that Gabe felt his heart sink to his stomach. He didn’t know what he wanted from this or what last night was supposed to mean, but to hear her speak as though nothing had happened and nothing had changed was…well, he hadn’t counted on Fallon being able to break his heart again. Still, it wasn’t like he could throw a tantrum about it. Running his fingers through his tangled jaw length hair he stretched his limbs and shrugged. “Crepes are fine by me.”[/color] He said, faking a smile. How could she act as though this meant nothing? They were best friends and they had seen a lot together, but a line had been crossed last night and they couldn’t take it back. Was Fallon just using him for comfort? Had she taken his compliments as some sign that he was okay with that? Consoling sex was not something Gabe did for anyone; not even her. Now, he didn’t know what to think and all he could be sure about was that it hurt him. He knew Fallon was better than that, but after her own confession about Brad, maybe her vulnerabilities had gotten the best of her. He was trying desperately not to categorise her with the other girls who had done this to him over the years, but the only real difference was that he didn’t have it in him to be mad at her at all.

Fallon slipped back into her t-shirt from last night and Gabe chewed on his lip. His own clothes were still strewn across the floor and he didn’t feel comfortable right now to slide out from the sheets and grab them. Managing another smile, he looked across at his blonde friend. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes? I’m still waking up.”[/color] The latter part was the tiniest of lies, but he needed a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. If she wanted to play it casual then it was time to do what he had always done and don his mask that would hide his true feelings. Plus, he wasn’t exactly comfortably wandering around with a lack of clothing on. Damn it, his shirt was still down on the couch from last night too! The longer he lay there, the more he wanted to leave, but he refused to make this awkward if Fallon could brush it off so easily.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

She didn’t know what she had expected after she’d acted so blasé that he would just erupt? That things would change drastically between them? That he would just grab her and kiss her with the same intense passion she’d tasted last night? Since when did she play mind games? She wasn’t that girl, ever and she never wanted to be. Those girls were crazy skanks who had nothing better in their lives going for them than teasing the men in their lives. And Fallon hated those girls with a passion. How was it when it came to Gabe, she was turning into one of them? She didn’t want to, but she could admit that she’d been jealous of that waitress. Gabe had always felt so off limits and Fallon hated that just as much. But she couldn’t say anything in case it ruined what they did have going for them.

When did life get to be so damn hard? What happened to the days of chocolate milk, scraped knees and hide and seek games? She couldn’t believe she’d been so nonchalant about everything. Outwardly, she was projecting a calm surface. But hidden under that was a nervous girl, freaking out about sleeping with her best friend and loving every minute of the night they spent together. Contradiction, thy name is Fallon Flynn. She couldn’t sit there thinking, she had to get up and go. So she nodded her head, grabbing a blue hair elastic from the dresser as she went. She fought herself not to look back at Gabe, because she knew she’d break the façade she had going for her. She couldn’t figure things out for herself if they were still in the same room, doing nothing. At least in the kitchen, her hands were busy and her mind was on making the crepes without burning them. She never claimed to be any good in the kitchen. She could make a few things but for the most part, it was usually quick microwave things and take out. If Trevor had been home around dinner, he made something, but there had never really been time in their busy schedules to teach the young blonde properly.

In the kitchen, Fallon turned into an automaton, grabbing the ingredients and setting them on the counter. She needed to think it all through and she needed to calm down and stop freaking out. When everything was on the counter she finally let herself pace the length of the room. It was something she’d always done when she was freaking out or on the brink of insanity. She didn’t know honestly, which category this situation fell under, but the solution was pacing, back and forth, back and forth until she could get her bearings. So far, it didn’t seem to be working, which was a first. She finally gave up going back to the counter to mix everything together. She was stupid. There was no way around that. She had a chance to go down a different path with this and she absolutely blew it by acting like some cheap slut. Fallon poured the first amount of batter into the frying pan, swishing it around until it made a circle before taking a step away from the stove and shaking her head and sighing. She had to knock some sense into herself. Things would only be even more awkward between them if they left it as it was. She was feeling too many things to keep it all straight and it was starting to feel like everything was just falling down on her chest like a two ton weight. She was so wrapped up in fixing her head, she forgot about the crepe burning on the stove. She was putting her hair up, getting it out of her face when she first smelt the smoke. “Shit,” she muttered, grabbing the frying pan and spatula. She flipped the burnt to a crisp thin pancake to a plate to cool off before she tossed it in the garbage. She acted like a bitch; there wasn’t a need to give him food poisoning, too. God, what the hell was happening?!

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe was not often wrong about a person he thought he could trust. Once he accepted someone in his life as a friend, he was often naïve enough to think that they’d never do anything to hurt or shock him. Before last night, Fallon was probably the person he trusted the most; even above Myles. Now? Now he didn’t even know who she was anymore. He never had her pegged as one of those girls who would crawl into bed for meaningless comfort sex and yet the way she was acting this morning made him think of nothing else but that. Had he really just been some disposable bed buddy? Was she going to try and make this some friends with benefits deal now? Gabe didn’t want either of them to be true. Last night, she had called the girls who did that stupid and foolish, but right now that was how Gabe felt. It hurt. It hurt more than all of the heartbreaks put together. He had trusted Fallon and last night he had opened up to her in a way he had never done before only to have it seemingly thrown into the gutter by the time the sun came up.

He should’ve listened to sense last night when it tried to hit him. When he pushed her away he should have pushed her further and walked out there and then. Last night might have been amazing, but he had been in this scene before and it never got easier to handle. Fallon clearly wasn’t interested in him like he had thought last night and now he was just thankful that he hadn’t said anything else because she obviously wouldn’t have reciprocated his feelings.
Once she was out of the room he let out a sigh and leaned forward dropping his head to his hands and raking his fingers through matted hair. He had to pull himself together. If this meant nothing to her then it had to mean nothing to him too; that was how it worked. Slipping out from the sheets he gathered his pants and jeans, sliding back into them before searching out his mismatched socks, slipping them on and grabbing his fallen Converse. With each item he retrieved another memory of last night hit him and he realised that playing it cool this time would be harder than ever before. Maybe he had delivered the wrong signs last night. Maybe Fallon thought he wanted just one night with someone and had obliged as best friend to do that. Hell, even if that was the case it would’ve have made him feel any better right now. In fact, he felt ten times worse than if he had just woken up with a hangover.

Shirtless, he slipped from the room and made his way down the stairs, spying his abandoned shirt on the cushions of the couch. He couldn’t even look at the couch without his stomach tying itself in knots again and his conscience reminding him that he shouldn’t act on impulse and passion alone ever again. His heart could only take so much pain and at twenty five he had probably already exceeded that assigned quota. He pulled the fabric over his arms and then stopped, frozen as he smelt something that wasn’t quite right; something was burning. Gabe hopped around furniture and into the kitchen, spying the burnt crepe. With the buttons on his shirt still unfastened, he stepped forward and nudged Fallon gently out of the way. “Here, let me.”

[/color] Gabe actually enjoyed cooking and whilst he was nowhere near the level to be an actual chef, he could manage pancakes without burning them on the first try. He poured the mixture into the pan and set about getting them some coffee, acting as though this was his own kitchen. “Do you usually murder your breakfast?”[/color] He asked, trying to keep his tone friendly and not tense as he stepped back to the stove, flipping the crepe out and onto the plate just at the right time. Then, he remembered his shirt wasn’t fastened and slowly made his fingers move to the buttons. It wasn’t like there was much to look at since he was skinny as anything, but he didn’t feel right walking around with his shirt open; not after last night and how she had acted this morning. With the next lot of mixture in the pan, Gabe began thinking about what happens next. Where did this leave their friendship and how long could he hold himself together for?
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon was trying to, well; she didn’t know what she was trying to do anymore. Everything she did went through some sort of filter. Would normal, sane Fallon do this? Well, then this Fallon just couldn’t. How would normal Fallon fix this? Alright, so this alternate reality Fallon just had to do the opposite. That had to be it, this was some sort of alternate reality where she was some sort of skank. And Gabe was unreactive to anything. He always had something to say. So why was he blank now? Someone needed to be hit over the head with that frying pan; she just wasn’t sure which one of them it needed to be. Fallon felt like she was losing her mind. Everything was backwards; nothing made the least amount of sense; like the entire world had been tipped on its axis.

Her head snapped up. She’d been so deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard him even come down the stairs, let alone to her side. Slow, like things weren’t connecting to her brain fast enough, she let go of the pan and moved out of the way, first one step then the next until she was leaning against the far end of the counter, well out of the way. She watched with an empty expression as he moved through the kitchen, knowing where everything was. What if they ruined whatever friendship they had because of last night? She had such strong feelings, seeing them now it was a wonder how she’d kept them bottled so tight that even she hadn’t realized they were so strong herself. Her mouth was dry seeing Gabe in new light. She relived her actions from last night. She remembered running her nails down his chest, loving the feel of his skin against the tips of her fingers. She hadn’t even realized at the time she’d wanted nothing more so badly.

She cleared her throat, wishing she could turn off the instant replay. “Of course, it’s not the beginning to a great day without burning something,” she said dryly. She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t this girl. How she was staying calm, and how he couldn’t see right through her like he usually could, she couldn’t guess. She could be trying her damnedest to be acting some sort of emotion and Gabe was probably the only one that could tell it was fake, and yet here they were, talking about the death of breakfast as if this were a normal occurrence. She couldn’t do it and was about ready to tell him if he was taking over breakfast, she was going to take a shower, or a jog, or something, anything to stop her heart from racing straight out her chest.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Was there any possibility of them being able to fix this? Was there a chance of things ever being alright between them again? They were just two of the questions giving Gabe a headache right now. He didn’t know what they were, where they stood or what was going to happen next. He was going through the motions this morning, refusing to let his thoughts break through his defences. If he focused on Fallon too much he’d see the truth in her eyes and he didn’t think he could handle seeing how little last night meant to her. For him, it had been worth the seven years of waiting for it, but he had hoped that it wouldn’t be the end of it and yet this morning it was almost as though nothing had happened between them both. He hadn’t imagined the kisses, the touch or the way she made him feel. The fire burning within him the second their lips connected had not been fictional and there was no way to blank it all out now.

He tried to block it all out. He tried to forget, but every time another memory came back to his senses; the smell of her hair, the taste of her kiss, the feel of her skin against his…it was driving him wild again, but he had to control it all. He had been here before. He had pretended that all he wanted from Fallon was a lasting friendship back in college and he could it again now. That was what he kept telling himself as he worked to make sure their breakfast was fresher than chargrilled. Still, he wished things were different. He wouldn’t take back last night in a million years, but he could hope that this morning was a different tale. They could’ve still been tangled in the sheets, kissing or breakfast could be like it was in the movies when a couple finally got together; full of laughter, stolen moments and sweet references. No, it was just like two drunken friends had passed out and woken up and got on with their lives like it was an everyday situation for them both. The other thought that slipped into his head was what to tell Myles. The other Pi Kappa Phi wouldn’t take long to put the pieces together that something had happened last night and since Gabe would be doing the walk of shame, it was unlikely that Myles would let him get away without an explanation. Did he lie? No, it would only take one night out with them all for him to quickly grasp that something wasn’t right between Gabe and Fallon.

The crepes took less time than he anticipated, but then time did have a habit of slipping by when Gabe was consumed by his thoughts. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he turned to Fallon and offered her one of the plates. “Voila. And no cremated remains.”

[/color] He teased, though only half of his heart was in the joke. He wanted to get this over with so he could make up an excuse to leave. Part of him was tempted to get out of New York altogether and go home for a few days until his head was clearer. At least in Nebraska there was no chance of bumping into Fallon and replaying the night before over and over again. He could use the excuse of wanting his mom to check over his paper for him and no one would think it suspicious. It was all sounding like a good idea the more he thought about it.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

She could live to be a hundred and never forget a single second of what they shared. She wouldn’t have been able to forget if she’d tried, not that she wanted to. There was too much emotion involved, her entire heart was involved. Her head got the better of her though, like she just couldn’t wrap her mind around the situation. Everything was slow motion one minute and the next time seemed to be flying past. She wanted to be away for a little while, but she couldn’t. Teaching was important to her. Her summers were full of travelling to set to help out, but during the school year, she was in New York. That wouldn’t change because she and Gabe crossed a line of some sort. She was going to have to suck it up and what, pretend she was okay with what happened between them. It was seven years in the making and completely worth it. She wasn’t about to apologize for any of it, but she was wondering what it all meant.

It wasn’t just some casual fling for her. He wasn’t just some random person at a bar she’d gotten drunk enough to take home with her. This was Gabe! Her best friend, one of the only people she could rant and rave, one of the only people she knew so long she trusted with her life, the guy who let her cry over a stupid mistake, helped her through it. He was the guy she never got tired of listening to, despite the relentless teasing indicating the contrary. They, of all people, should be still wrapped up in each other, laughing and kissing and catching up on all the time they lost. That was seven years of catch up they could be working through, and yet they were awkward, acting as though it was no big deal for either of them. She didn’t know about Gabe, but she was scared. If she would have known this was going to happen, she wouldn’t have acted on her impulses. She was going to end up with her heart in pieces by the one man in her life she thought would never hurt her; even if it wasn’t on purpose.

Absently, she accepted the plate, setting it aside for the strawberries in the fridge. She’d been in her own little world again and hadn’t thought about grabbing them when she’d been free of cooking duty. She worried her lip, searching the refrigerator for the fresh fruit. Without Gabe being able to see her face, she let the worry show. Her head was spinning with “what if” scenarios. What if he thought she’d used him for comfort after confessing her deep dark secret? What if he was just using her? Never in a million years did she think Gabe was capable of that. But she’d also been completely wrong about the closet-case she’d wasted how many years being connected to. She took a breath, grabbing the clear container. “Fresh strawberries?” she asked, straightening from the crouch. She set them on the counter before reaching back into the fridge to indulge in the fattening whipped cream. She felt so guilty, she wanted to drown it all in sugary dessert topping and more coffee than a grown man three times her size should ever drink.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He couldn’t take this any longer. He wanted to run without saying another word. He just wanted to get out of that apartment and away from Fallon. Just looking at her sent his head into a spin and the memories of last night were getting harder to control. He was determined to play the part though and pull of the nonchalant attitude she seemed to be projecting. If he made a big deal over what had happened, then she would feel awkward and the situation would be doubly worse than what it already was. If he could take it back he wouldn’t, but he did wish that he could’ve seen how it would’ve turned out and done something to stop it from becoming so weird. He had pretty much given her his heart last night and now he felt as though she had jumped on it, played with it and then gave him it back once it was broken and she was done with it.

He let out a sigh as he picked up his plate. He knew Fallon was better than that, but he was hurting and he needed someone to blame other than himself; he already did that enough when it came to girls. Still, his head was telling him to run, to put some distance between them both for a little while. He needed space, time to think and heal and New York – especially NYU – was not going to offer him that. The idea was rooted and now it was quickly sprouting. He could make it seem as though it was planned for a while and act as though it had nothing to do with last night at all.
Gabe watched as she fetched the strawberries from the refrigerator, his eyes full of sorrow as they remained fixed on her. This was not what he wanted to happen. This was what he tried to protect his heart from and yet…he had never felt like this before. He wanted it to go away, to stop and for everything to be like it was yesterday when he could keep his feelings buried and go about life without a care in the world.

“Thanks.”

[/color] He put a few strawberries on his plate and slipped one into his mouth, savouring the taste as he took a seat. “Hey, I won’t be able to stay for long today. I still need to pack before my flight to Lincoln tonight.”[/color] He said, casually dropping it into the conversation. If he made it seem as though it had been arranged for a while then he could make a quiet exit without too much of a fuss and without alerting Fallon to the fact that there was something wrong. Just a few days on the old ranch and Gabe was certain that he would be right as rain again and could return to New York with a lid firmly locked down on those pesky emotions that had escaped last night and made him more vulnerable than ever before.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon nearly choked on the bite she’d taken. She coughed, swallowing the piece. “You’re going home?” she asked, willing the hurt out of her voice. She didn’t know he was going home. When had he made these plans?! Surely he would have said something, right? But then after last night, more than ever she couldn’t be certain about anything anymore. Her heart said to chase after him if he left, or make him stay and miss his flight, but her head said the space was needed. Because she didn’t have the first clue how to tell him the truth. As soon as this was all said and done and Gabe was out the door, she was going to drop where she was and cry until the tears stopped. Then she was going to pick herself back up and call Devon. She needed a girl to talk to and as much help as Myles could be; he was no girl.

She carefully lifted a strawberry from container, taking a bite of it to keep herself from saying any more. She didn’t want him to go away. What if when he went home, he decided to stay or his mom asked and he agreed. She’d be completely lost. She loved Myles, too, but nothing close to what she felt for his Fraternity brother. “Are you coming back?” she asked, glancing over at him. She couldn’t see a life without Gabe in it. When they had met back in their freshman year, Fallon had seen something in him. And when they started hanging out more and more, it was harder for Fallon to not see Gabe in her life; or some of the rest of the Pi Kappa Phis. She couldn’t put everything on Gabe, even if he was the reason behind her spending so much time at the Frat house. She’d never been much for Greek Row, until Gabe and his brothers. Even with Brad, she’d stayed away, rarely visiting and never staying long. At Pi Kappa Phi, she spent so much time, it was a wonder she didn’t have her own room! Aside from the very few and far between girlfriends that hung around, Fallon seemed to be the only constant.

Why did they have to fall into bed with each other? Everything was spiralling down the rabbit hole and Fallon just wanted it to stop. She almost wished things would just go back to normal that Gabe wasn’t leaving for God only knows how long. She wished she could just open her mouth and tell him everything. But she was scared that he wouldn’t feel the same way, wouldn’t see it as anything more than a night spent together, a way to ease the tension or something. Fallon had never been more scared in her entire life. Even when she’d pulled that stupid stunt and had Gabe racing her to hospital; this didn’t compare. Finally, she’d opened her heart wide open and it was being crushed again; one of her worst nightmares come to light.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Sometimes, Gabe wondered if he should’ve considered a degree in theatre or drama considering the amount of times over the years he had successfully been able to pretend that he was happy or that he didn’t mean to imply something when in fact it was exactly what he had been hinting at. Self-preservation was something he had learnt to understand and hold onto a long time ago. Without it, he would’ve probably never made it through most of the situations unscathed emotionally over the years. Smiling across at her, he threw her a small puzzled look. “Didn’t I tell you? I need to get some books from my mom and thought she could have a look over my paper for me while I was there.”

[/color] He took a small mouthful of his breakfast and then shrugged like it was no big deal. “I planned it last week. I guess since we’ve been busy I forgot to mention it.”[/color] My god, he deserved an award for the way he pulled that off. If she didn’t buy it then maybe he had been wrong about this morning and something more could be done to fix this, maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling like this.

Part of him felt bad about running like this, but he needed space. He had been through this before with his feelings for Fallon and last time he had stayed and forced face but things were so much different now. Back then she had been in a relationship and they hadn’t slept together the night before. He looked up at her, confused for a moment. Why would she think that he wasn’t coming back? What on earth…? Did she know he was running away from her? He shook his head and smiled a cute lopsided smile. “I’ll always come back.”[/color] He answered honestly, almost giving her another little glimpse of his deck. “Just you try and keep me away.”[/color] He joked, winking softly at her and hoping that a few days apart would be all that they needed to mend this thing between them.

Breakfast was finished quicker than he anticipated and he cleaned up his plate, the bowl and the pan before fixing his glasses and turning to face the petite blonde again. This was when the healing began. “I will see you in a week or so.”[/color] He vowed, hoping he wouldn’t need any longer than that to get his act together and continue with this friendship as though last night was nothing more than a fantasy. Habitually, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, almost not wanting to let her go. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever, but he couldn’t. Another small squeeze, a smile and he was out of the door, wasting no time in getting back to his apartment.
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