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    “Look at me, Livy.” My eyes remained closed. “I won’t fucking ask again.” I opened my eyes and found him glaring at me. “You will learn. One fucking day, you’ll learn. But here is lesson one, Livy. You. Are. Mine. No one else touches you, no one else fucks you. No one else even dares to try. You got that? Even if someone else breathes in your direction, I will kill him. Do you understand?” I nodded, feeling the tears form.
    He immediately softened and loosened his hold. “One day, when you have your shit cleaned up, you will repay me. I won’t ever forget this.” He let me go and stormed towards the door. “I’m going to take care of that fucking arsehole now.” After that, he walked out and I didn’t see him again until that fateful morning when I was lying in my own vomit.
     
    Shaking my head, I brought my thoughts back to the here and now. “Are you going to sit down?”
    I looked up and saw Kit motioning to my chair. I had been so busy daydreaming about his butt that I failed to notice. How much more was I going to give away to this man?
    Quickly walking to the chair, I sat down and smiled. “I’m sorry. I’m a little dazed this evening. I guess I’m tired.”
    Kit motioned to the door and stood halfway up. “Maybe I should go.”
    “No!” I shouted it so loudly, Kit’s eyes bulged. “I mean, I want you to stay. You’re my guest and we’re both hungry. Please. Sit.” I motioned towards his chair and he sat back down. I watched as he picked up a spoon and started eating.
    Grabbing the loaf of bread, I pulled out a slice and handed it to him. Kit smiled, reached out, and grabbed the slice, inadvertently brushing his fingers against mine. Both our smiles vanished. Mine because of the electric charge that zapped through me, and his… Well, I didn’t know why. Maybe because he didn’t like the fact that we touched. I never knew with him.
    “Thank you.” He took the bread from my hand and there began the comfortable silence. I wanted to talk. I had so many questions rolling around in my head, but I never knew what to say.
    “Can I ask you something?” He looked up at me. “Well, it’s really a request.”
    Kit frowned, but nodded. Again, a man of very few words.
    “Can you please not disappear like that again? I don’t want to have to worry about whether you’re okay.” I fidgeted with my napkin. Kit’s eyes went down to my hand, then back up to me. Slowly, he nodded.
    I smiled at him. “Thank you.” The silence resumed. “How old are you, Kit?” I finally asked.
    He stopped his spoon mid-way to his mouth. He stiffened a little, then relaxed. “Thirty-two.”
    I was shocked. He seemed a little older than that. He was still twelve years older than me but, with all his hair, I thought he may have been in his late thirties.
    “When will you be thirty-three?”
    He stiffened again and looked at me. “Why are you asking so many questions?”
    He gave me a look that immediately made me think he was suspicious of me. Little did he know, I was just naturally curious.
    “Kit, I’ve only asked two. I just want to know you more, I guess.”
    “Why?”
    I sighed. “I don’t know.” I rolled my eyes and sighed again. This time, I wanted to be honest. “I like you.” I averted my eyes, feeling my embarrassment rise. I wasn’t used to this kind of thing. I had never liked someone like this before, and I wasn’t sure whether I was wrong in putting myself out there. What if I was rejected? It would crush me. It was the last thing I wanted to happen, but I couldn’t help it. Kit seemed to push me.
    Wanting to change the subject, I looked up at him. “You ask why a lot.”
    For a second he sat there, just staring at me. But then, for the third time in a manner of days, Kit smiled.
    I returned his smile and watched as he carried on eating. Once I knew he was getting his fill, I turned my attention back to my soup.
    “January fifteenth.”
    I looked up. “What?”
    Kit blew