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"Because you'd think he'd want to talk about it. He searched for her for months and then finds out she's just a few miles away and he has nothing to say about it?"

I shrug. "He's a guy. We don't talk about that shit."

"You do."

"Not with other guys."

"I bet you do." She sits up straight. "I know for a fact you talked about me with your brothers when we were broken up."

I pull her face back down to mine and kiss her. "Actually you don't know because you weren't there."

"I still think you did. And I think you and your guy friends talk about your girl problems."

"Maybe," I say so close that my lips brush against hers. "But I'll never tell. It's guy code. I can't break the code." I kiss her.

She pulls away. "Just tell me. Has he talked about Amber or not?"

I sigh. "No. Now can we stop talking about those two?" Her body relaxes against mine as I kiss her again.

I love kissing her. And doing other things with her, which is why we need to leave so we can do those other things. We've done it a lot since we got back together but it's still not enough. Being without each other all those weeks built up a need that'll take a while to be satisfied. We can't get enough of each other. We've pretty much spent every free moment we have together since the day I found her crying on her bed, realizing her gymnastics career is over.

Since then, she's gradually been feeling better. She's still grieving the loss of that part of her life, but the fact that she's accepted it's over has allowed her to imagine a different future. Before, she never even let herself consider doing anything but gymnastics, but letting go of it has allowed her to see that there are so many other things she could do.

At first I was worried she'd fall back into old habits, wanting to train again. That day I went to see her two weeks ago, she was so unsure about the future that I thought she might go back to the safety of her past, to gymnastics, which is all she knows. But after a lot of late night talks, along with constant encouragement from Amber and me, Kira is moving on and actually getting excited about a future without gymnastics.

She's thinking of majoring in exercise science and being a personal trainer someday, or maybe coaching gymnastics. She's not sure about the coaching yet. It might be too hard for her to watch other girls train and compete, but she's still considering it because she loves the sport and would like for it to still be part of her life.

"I really want to take you home," I whisper in her ear, then I kiss the spot on her neck that I know drives her wild. The past few weeks, I've made it my own personal mission to locate all the places on her body that bring her pleasure.

"Austin, stop," she whispers, smiling. "You know what that does to me."

"That's why I did it." I kiss her. "Now can we get the hell out of here?"

She bites her lip. "I feel bad leaving him. He really wants us to stay."

"He's a big boy. He'll be fine."

Dylan returns holding a bottle of beer. "You guys can go. Allison just called. She's coming over."

A booty call. Typical Allison. That's all she ever wants from him. I'm getting tired of this. I know Dylan wants more than just sex. He'll take it because she's offering, but he's more of a girlfriend type of guy than someone who just wants a one-night stand. In fact, that one-night stand he had with Amber is the only one he's ever had, but he's only admitted that to Van and me. Everyone else assumes he does that all the time.

There's a knock on the door.

"Shit, that was fast," Dylan says, walking to the door.

"We should go," Kira says quietly to me.

"Yeah." I help her off my lap, then stand up beside her.

"Anyone there?" I hear Dylan ask. I look up and see him closing the door, holding an envelope. "That's weird."

"Where's Allison?" I ask.

"I don't know. She's not out there, and her car's not there."

"Then who knocked on the door?" Kira asks.

"Whoever left this behind." He holds up the envelope. It's a beige envelope with his name and address written on the front but no stamp and no return address.

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