Mistaken Identity

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dammit!  It’s you that I want but you’ll make me say it, force me to look at you the entire time we’re doing it because you need to make sure that it’s you that I’m thinking of and not David!  Well you know what?  I’m tired of having to prove myself!”
    “You’re being ridiculous,” he said, desperately trying to calm her down even though he knew every word she spoke was the truth. 
    “Am I?  It nearly threw you into a panic tonight to be in here with me with the lights out.  Why?”
    “I like to watch you when we…”
    “When we what?  When we fuck?” she spat.
    “It’s not like that, Liv.  I just happen to enjoy seeing you.”
    “You know what, I could understand that if it was once in a while, but it’s not.  It’s every damn time.  Have you ever once considered what it is that I like in the bedroom?”
    “You seem to like what we do just fine,” he spat.  “I don’t see what the big deal is.”
    “The big deal is that the only one thinking of someone else while we’re in bed is you.  Not once since that first night has there been any other man on my mind but you’ll never let me forget it; you’ll never let me forget that I did something so stupid.   Well I’m tired of it, Daniel, ” she spat his name.  “I want you to leave.  This…this whatever it was between us is done.  I don’t want you, I don’t want your brother, I just want to be left he hell alone.”
    Daniel wanted to argue with her but he heard the tremble in her voice.  “Liv, please, let’s just talk about this.”
    “No, I don’t want to talk about this,” she said wearily.  “We aren’t good at talking.  I thought that we could be but apparently we’re not.”
    “That’s not true!” he countered.  “You’re just not giving it a chance.”
    “I think a month is a pretty long chance.  If I hadn’t invited you here tonight you might have shown up at some point and we would have had sex for a few hours but then you would’ve left.  Before I woke up.  You never stay, you never tell me when you’ll be back and like an idiot, I’m here waiting for you.  I thought it would be enough.  I thought that maybe you’d realize that I’m here waiting for you and then I wouldn’t have to prove it to you repeatedly that it was you that I see, feel and want.”
    “I don’t understand how we went from a nice dinner and agreeing to start seeing each other outside of her e to right now!  I mean, I can’t keep up with you, Olivia!  What am I supposed to do here?”
    “You’re supposed to leave,” she said sadly.  “We’re not as compatible as I thought we were.  I can’t be the woman that you want and you certainly can’t be the man that I need.”
    “You’re not being fair; you just changed the rules here tonight and then got mad when I didn’t understand them.”
    “I know,” she said quietly.  “I didn’t understand them either until just a few minutes ago.”
    “We’ll turn the lights out!  I won’t ask you a damn thing; hell, I won’t say a fucking word!  Can we please just go back to about ten minutes ago and forget all about this?”
    Olivia wanted to say yes; she wanted to believe that it could be that simple but she was done being a fool.  “You don’t forget,” she said simply.  “It’s who you are.  It’s the lawyer in you; you are a stickler for details.  I can’t change what I did a month ago; I wish that I could, but I can’t.  I’d like to forget how we started and just focus on the fact that we did, in fact, start.  But you can’t forget and in turn, won’t let me, either.”
    As much as it pained him, he knew she was right.  Slowly, he reached for his shirt and put it back on.  He straightened his clothes and headed out of the bedroom, stopping in the doorway with his back to her.  “I thought I could move on from it,” he admitted quietly.  “I thought that eventually it would stop taunting me.  I don’t even realize that

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