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...ill you or kiss you when you walk through the door-" She was rambling so fast, I almost missed what had just been said. She stopped talking, bringing her hands up to her eyes and wiping them quickly.
She shrugged, letting her blonde hair drop. Her face burned red. "You wanted to know," was all she could mutter.
I shook my head. This moment . . . it wasn't happening.
"Sam . . ."
"You always want to know why it's so hard for me to talk about my feelings? Now you know, dipshit. I've only got one question to ask you know—what the fucking hell did you get out of this?"
In that minute, I let the universe take over.
"So much more than you'll ever realize, because you aren't going to let me respond, are you?"
She looked up, her gaze meeting mine.
I lowered my voice. The nagging voice in the back of my head kept telling me the same thing; "Shut the fuck up, Benson."
"Because we're both scared. We're both scared of what's happening," I continued.
"Sam, I'm in love with you."
My words hung in the air for a minute before she finally responded.
"What . . .?"
"I'm fucking sick and tired of all the games and lies," I continued. "I don't know why or how, but if there's one thing I do know, it's that I'm completely not supposed to feel this way about you. But you know what? I do. ...