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I was deep inside and realize she could never love him. Just like everyone else had.
     
    But in the end my heart won the battle. I needed Avery and I wasn’t ready to let her go.
     
    That was what took me to her apartment so early in the morning. I’d decided I needed to see her and there was no stopping me. I wasn’t going to wait.
     
    But the bitchy blond had answered the door, panties in a twist as always. Something in me got angry every time I saw that smirk on her face, and that morning was no exception. She let me in, but she didn’t want to. I could tell that. And she followed me through the living room, bitching me and telling me I needed to leave and let Avery be, like I’d been doing for the last few days.
     
    If she’d been a man, I’d have punched her by our second encounter. If she’d been anyone but Avery’s best friend, I’d have told her off. But she was her friend and as much as I didn’t understand it, I wasn’t going to interfere in it.
     
    Until she made that comment. The one I don’t think Avery heard. The one that pissed me the fuck off.
     
    “If you love her so much,” her voice full of sarcasm, “then why won’t you touch her?”
     
    Obviously Avery had talked with her about our sex life. Or lack thereof. It didn’t surprise me. Girls did that shit. Hell, guys did to a degree. But girls, they talked in detail. I knew that. I’d always known that. But the fact that Colby had said it the way she had— well it made me angry. Sad as well, but mostly angry.
     
    Was that her opinion? Was it Avery’s? It killed me to think that Avery would believe I didn’t love her or want her because we hadn’t had sex. God if she only knew. I fought against that every day of my life. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted another woman. Maybe I hadn’t shown her. Maybe I should have just told her the truth.
     
    I was afraid. I was worried about disappointing her. I was worried about changing things. I was worried that if we had sex it would ruin what we’d had all that time. Suddenly we’d argue about sex. We’d discuss fantasies. We’d be unhappy with each other or we’d be so caught up in it we didn’t want anything else. We’d lose the fact that we could sit on the couch and watch a movie and talk for hours on end. Everything would be different. And I hadn’t been ready to go there.
     
    But Colby was throwing it in my face as if I were ashamed of Avery. As if I didn’t want to be with her. As if I didn’t love her. As if she repulsed me and I didn’t want her.
     
    And I damn well knew I did.
     
    So, she’d effectively engaged me and that was never a good thing. I’d ended up turning around and shouting back at her. Which had led to more arguing and a whole slew of new insults. Back and forth. The two of us not even thinking about the person we were arguing over. We’d just been trying to hurt or anger the other.
     
    When I’d said it, I didn’t think. I was mad at that bitch and I was just pointing out the obvious. She thought she was better than Avery and she damn sure wasn’t. She thought she deserved things that Avery didn’t deserve. She thought that somehow me loving Avery had slighted her. That’s what was on my mind.
     
    When my anger flies, it gets ugly. And that’s what happened. I said it. I said it to get to Colby. I had no idea that Avery was standing there. Watching. Listening. I had no idea how it sounded until after the fact. I’d just said it. To win the argument. To bitch slap the bitch with words. She’d started it with her stupid nonsense.
     
    “You honestly think I’d want you?” she laughed. “Why? Because you are attractive?”
     
    Her laugh made me angrier. She acted as though I were garbage that was beneath her. Trash. Something she could kick away and laugh at. Really? She was a whore. She’d bedded half of fucking Chicago. She had no standards for me to be beneath. How could she talk to me like I was not good enough for