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mutual.” In fact, our feelings were not anywhere near the same. He was head over heels in love with me. I broke his heart. I didn’t mean to, but I finally realized I just couldn’t love like that. I wasn’t capable.
    “Ahhh…no spark, huh?” he asks, putting the eggs and milk back in the fridge.
    “I guess you could say that.” I continue eating as he cleans up the kitchen and sets a plate aside for Carissa. Spark. Is that what I’m looking for? Is that what’s needed?
    It was very evident that I felt that spark with Eric… However, I was pretty sure it was a one-way street. Alex, on the other hand…could we have that spark ?
    I can’t even believe I’m thinking like this. I never wanted a boyfriend…never ever went looking for one. Perhaps there is a part of me that does want that, but I can’t help fighting it so damn hard.
    I finish eating and thank Eric once again for making breakfast. I’m still not sure why he did, but a part of me is happy that he wants to watch over me.
    “See you in a couple of days, sweetheart.” He leans down, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. His arm wraps around my waist, griping tight. It’s confusing as all hell.
    I smile back, unable to make words come out of my mouth. Why is he doing this to me? I suddenly feel angry after watching him leave. I don’t allow myself to have these feelings for a man. What’s the point? In the end, you get hurt.
    I shuffle to get myself ready for the day. Carissa is still sleeping when I walk out the door. Before I step into the hallway, I notice a small box sitting on the floor. I look around to see who dropped it there, but no one is in sight. My mind immediately goes to Eric.
    I pick up the box and open it slowly. Inside is a Boston shot glass with a note:
    Looking forward to seeing you Friday. First rounds on me.
    —Alex
    I can’t help the stupid smile that forms on my face as I think about him. I’m not even sure how he knew where I live, but I’m sure Kenna had something to do with that.
    I walk back inside my apartment and place the box in my room. I take the shot glass out and set it on the table next to my bed. It makes me smile once again, and I know I’m in real trouble now.
     
    The next two days fly by without a word from Eric. I know he’s working, but I can’t help the part of me that misses his unannounced visits.
    Work at the university has slowed down, so I decide to take Friday off since I’m bartending all night. I know Alex will be there and it makes me giddy…like a stupid little teenager. Which I hate…
    Part of me hopes Eric sho ws up, but the other part knows I need to stop thinking about him that way. He obviously doesn’t see me that way, or otherwise wouldn’t he have made a move—or something? He didn’t seem the type to go slow considering how many women I’ve seen go into this apartment, so why was he tearing at my heart like this? Why was I letting him?
    Now I felt pizzed off. Yeah, I said pizzed…it’s lame but it’s how I feel. He’s trailing me along like a lost kitten. Leading me on…making me think he could actually want me.
    How could I let myself think of him like this? This is so dumb . I need to stop. Stopping right now. From now on, Alex is the only guy I should even be thinking about. Considering I don’t ever think about guys, he’s the only one that I will allow myself to think about.
    “Ready for a busy shift tonight?” Carissa asks, brush ing her long hair in the mirror, taking me away from my thoughts.
    “Oh yeah. Hopefully, no fights though. I don’t know if I can handle ano ther,” I say, wiggling into my black shorts. It gets extremely warm on Friday nights, especially behind the bar when I’m running from one end to the other trying to keep up with the demand. I grab a purple top and pull it over my head, adjusting it just right.
    “Damn, you look fucking hot, Lane!” Carissa squeals, turning to do a once over. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with