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be? This dress is perfect.” He pulled out my little white eyelet sundress; my favorite one. I eyed him wondering why he volunteered, like all of a sudden he wanted to talk to me. Where the hell had he been this whole trip?
                  I grabbed the menu off the bed and turned to face him. “How about you and I stay up here and order room service like old times?” I asked, hoping in my heart that he would say yes, but already knowing what his answer would be.
                  He draped my dress across the bed and sighed heavily. “Why are you avoiding everyone?”
                  “I’m not avoiding everyone. Just one person,” I admitted. “Well, two actually.
                  “Well, I can figure out the first, but who’s the second?”
                  I tipped my head down not wanting to look him in the eye when I said it, “Seriously, I know you’re not that ignorant.” When he remained silent and shot me a puzzled face, I yelled, You. You’re the second.”
                  “Me? Why me?”
                  “I wasn’t really expecting you to bring someone with you after last year. I thought maybe...” I shook my head. “I don’t know what I thought.”
                  His face tensed, then he ran his fingers through his hair as he moved closer. “You’re talking about the kiss last year.” He said more as a statement than a question.
                  I looked over as he’d flopped back onto the bed, nestling onto the fluffy comforter. Every ounce of me wanted to jump on there with him, but I held back.
                  “Soph, you know I love you. I just love you more like a...”
                  I turned and walked over to the window. “Don’t say it.”
                  “Sister,” he whispered.
                  I peered down below, glancing out into the ocean. “Great! That’s even worse than friends.”
                  I didn’t hear him get up, but felt the warmth of his arms wrap around my waist.
                  His chin rested on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I don’t know why I kissed you.” I snorted at his comment. “That didn’t come out right. I kissed you because I wanted to see what it would be like, but when we finally did after all those years they put us together,” he paused. “Sophie, it just didn’t feel right. I’m so sorry. I should have told you about Claire. I’ve been a total daft prick about everything. Can you please understand?”
                  I leaned back breathing him in. The smell of his cologne had me wanting to turn and see if his lips still felt the same as last year. I didn’t dare move after what he just admitted. I just let him linger, enjoying one last embrace. “No.” I whispered. “I don’t understand Peter. That kiss meant something to me and you could’ve at least mentioned her in your letters or called me. Something,” I yelled.
                  He pulled back too soon and turned me to face him. I could feel the blood drain from my face. Peter stared at me with a kind but serious expression. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have avoided you like I did, and I should have told you about Claire. Can you please forgive me?” His hands grabbed mine then laughed softly. “And next time you’re mad at me talk to me, please. Besides, I’m positive there has to be a few blokes at home dying to have a go at it.”
                  I frowned. I didn’t want to forgive him, but this was Peter. I would always forgive him. So I did. “Way to change the subject. I just can’t believe you did this to me, Peter.”
                  He sighed heavily.  “I don’t know what else to say to you. I thought maybe there was someone else by now. My mom told me you were seeing someone so I