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“Because I’m staying at my mother’s and you’re staying at your father’s, and I think we need to talk.”

“No, there’s nothing to talk about. You’ve got a girlfriend. Were you even going to bring her up? Or did you think what happens in Jersey stays in Jersey? Because I’m telling you right now this is far from Vegas.”

“You really think that’s all I’m thinking about? You think I went out of my way to pick you up at the airport at midnight so I could get some pussy? Thanks a lot, Rosalie. I was never that guy, and I’m still not that guy.”

“Then what about what you said before?”

“Maybe it was wrong, but I was only flirting. It didn’t mean anything. You’re right, I do have a girlfriend. Her name is Isabel and I asked her to marry me. But what fucking difference does any of that make? What about you? I’m sure you’re married by now. Why don’t you tell me about this amazing lucky asshole you married?”

“No! Don’t say that to me. Don’t talk to me like that. I...I can’t even... Just take me home. Now!”

I pulled my legs up and twisted to face the window. I didn’t want to be near him, let alone see him. He asked her to marry him?!

Do not cry. Do. Not. Cry.

I bit my lip to hold back the tears, but they fell anyway. I tried to keep my breathing calm. I couldn’t control my tears, but I could keep him from knowing how much I was hurting right now. All I needed to do was face the window.

“Rosalie.” His voice was soft, but it cut through me. His hand covered mine but I pulled away.

“Take me home,” I choked.

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