Statistic

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I smile and nudge him in the arm.
    “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings even more. You looked pretty crushed after that second round of mini golf.”
    “I had a really good time, Aurora.” His hands come to a rest on my hips, but still keeping a safe enough distance away from me. Polite and romantic all at once. The perfect combination of respect and sexy gentleman who wants more.
    I put my hand on his chest, making somewhat of the first move.
    “I did too, Jackson. This was a much needed change of pace.” I smile at him as I look up to lock eyes with him. One of his hands leaves my hip and cups my chin.
    “Can I kiss you Aurora?” he asks, and patiently waits for me to answer him before making another move. I don’t think about my answer, I just say yes. Because right this second, I don’t want to think about anything else but feeling his lips touch mine.
    His head dips down and his lips sweetly press to mine. I kiss him back, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth gently. We stand there for several minutes just making out like teenagers in the parking lot of the rec center. It isn’t until we hear a throat clear behind us and we both turn at the same time to see who we were being interrupted by.
    I am shocked to see Brent standing there with his son, Max. My hand flies over my mouth as I gasp in embarrassment. Completely caught by a man I was making out with the same way a month ago. But, I am not upset because he saw, I am disappointed in myself because Max was a witness to the show Jackson and I were putting on in public.
    “Hey guys! What are you doing here?” I ask Brent and bend down to give Max a hug.
    “Daddy wanted to ride go karts, so I told him I would bring him.” Max says with a huge smile on his face. I know it was probably the other way around, but I will let him get away with the story he has chosen to go with this time.
    “Is that so? Well you guys have fun.” I say.
    “Miss Aurora, where is Liam? Is that Liam’s dad?” Max starts spouting off questions and my face starts to heat with more embarrassment.
    “No honey, this is my friend Jackson. Jackson this is Max and his dad Brent.” the men exchange handshakes and Max gives Jackson a high five.
    “Come on Max, let’s let Miss Aurora go.” Brent interrupts the pending round of questions the little boy is about to explode with. He is a smart boy. He wouldn’t let me get away with not answering his questions about Liam, considering the boys are nearly best friends now.
    “Have a nice night guys. Brent, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” I question, and he nods in agreement. I know he’ll be waiting patiently for a text from me in the morning to see how everything went with Jackson. I wouldn’t dare tell him how my date with Wesley went though. I have a feeling it would have completely broken his heart.
    We may have built a close friendship, but I can still see the way he looks at me on occasion. With hunger and lust. Something I know we would never indulge in.
    “I’m sorry about that,” I apologize to Jackson.
    “No need to apologize. You clearly have friends everywhere you go. I like that. Is he an ex-boyfriend or something?” Jackson asks.
    “Oh, no. Nothing like that. We actually met on Fish in the Sea, but didn’t click. We have an awesome friendship now. Our boys have become great friends.” I answer honestly. I feel like I can talk with Jackson about almost anything. There is just that comfort factor.
    “How about ice cream too?” Jackson asks. “I don’t want to say goodnight… yet.” he admits.
    “I think ice cream sounds great. You found my weakness.” I wink at him and we start the short walk across the parking lot to the building next door that houses Neighbors Ice Cream, a little mom and pop homemade ice cream shoppe. Also my favorite place in the whole damn town.
    Jackson
    Why doesn’t she want me?
    She is perfect.
    But I am forced to take a back burner as she dates all these random men. I will

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