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look at him and can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. This is definitely the side of Kyle I am not familiar with, but I am really liking it. Before I know it, I am crying out his name, my entire body shuddering.
    "Fucking beautiful." He buries his face in my neck, placing soft kisses on my skin. "Did that change your mind?" he asks against my neck.
    "If that's what happens when I disagree with you, don't count on me being very agreeable." He kisses my forehead.
    “You don't have to disagree with me ... I will make you come whenever and wherever you want. All you have to do is ask." This man is going to kill me. I kiss his chest and notice what’s in the corner of his tattoo. It is my name. I am a little surprised by this.
    “Can I ask you something?"
    "Anything, babe," he answers.
    "Why do you have my name on your tattoo?" He turns to face me.
    "Because you are my heart. When you left, my heart was broken." He gives me a sad smile, fixes my shorts, washes up, and goes back to fixing breakfast.
    At this, I can’t help the twinge of guilt I feel in my chest.
     

     

     
    I AM sitting out in the backyard waiting for Amber to finish cleaning the breakfast mess, which she insisted on doing since I cooked. I probably went a little too far in the kitchen earlier, but I couldn't help it. She looked too damn cute standing there all hot and bothered, watching me in the kitchen. Besides, she didn't seem to mind one single bit. Just hearing her sexy little noises and watching her face as I got her off ... damn, I almost lost it, and she never even had to touch me.
    Luckily, she walks outside before I can get all excited thinking about her again. She sits down next to me on the double lounger and hands me a glass of iced tea. "I thought you might need something to cool you down." She has no idea, or maybe she does by the way she smiles at me.
    "So, do who starts talking first?" she asks.
    It might as well be me. I have a feeling there isn't anything she has done over the last six years that would cause us any problems. I run my hands down my face then grab her hand. Here goes nothing. “I waited here the first six months, hoping you would come back or call. The more time that passed, the angrier I got. I just didn’t understand. One day, we’re planning out our lives together, and the next, you disappear. I started thinking maybe you didn't love me as much as I loved you … or even at all.
    “I decided that I needed to get as far away from this place as possible. Everything reminded me of you. So, I packed up my car and headed to L.A. I met Paul in a club one night after I got so shitfaced I couldn't stand up straight. He helped me out of the club, found out I was living in my car, and offered me his couch to crash on. He got me a job waiting tables at a club he was tending bar at. We became friends pretty quickly and decided to put a band together. We eventually found Marcus and Angel and started Bleeding Hearts." I look up at her to make sure she is still with me. She gives me an encouraging smile, so I continue.
    “I came up with the name. I thought it was poetic at the time. We started playing clubs and getting a little more well-known. But, my mind was still on you. So, I did anything I could to make myself forget, if only for a little while. I started drinking way too much and using drugs on occasion. Luckily, the drugs never got serious. When the drugs and alcohol weren't enough, I figured the company of the endless supply of women would do the trick." I give her a pleading look and gripped her hand tighter, praying she understands how sorry I am. God, I hope this isn't where she tells me to fuck off forever.
    “I am going to be honest, Amber, there were a lot more women than I remember, but I was always careful and got tested frequently, I swear." I look into the yard. I can’t find it in me to look at her face.
    "Kyle, it's okay. It doesn't matter what you did while we were apart. As long as it is all over now and we