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kiss these lips. The succulent bottom and soft top. I imagine they’ll feel like a pillow, or a cloud. 
    Hell has beautiful scenery , I think, my body moving up, placing me on a collision course with his lips.
    “You never called,” he says.
    I pull back. “Um, yeah, sorry. I don’t have a phone.”
    His fingers are touching my arms, scorching a trail. “Do you want to get out of here?”
    “With you?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes from his face. My hands are on his chest. I’m not sure when I put them there, but they feel like they’re in exactly the right place.
    He chuckles again. “You’re new to all of this, aren’t you?” His eyes roam around the room.
    “It is that obvious?” My words are slurred.
    “Come on,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist. My mind tries to panic. This is not a good idea , it screams. I ignore it. My body wants to be near Kyle. Touch him. Caress him.

11
    Kyle
    She’s As Broken As I Am

     
    Maddie is so drunk I have to carry her to my Jeep. She keeps touching me, mumbling incoherently.
    If I didn’t care about her, I’d be com pletely turned on. Which makes no sense, but that’s the truth.
    I buckle her in and drive. Her dress is hiked up to her hips, revealing way too much. Or not enough. I try to be respectful, but the girl is stunning. Every magnificent inch of her.
    “Where are you taking me?” she mutters, her head flopping from side to side.
    “My place,” I answer, and put a hand in hers.
    She tightens her fingers around mine, places her other hand on top. “I’ve missed you Kyle. I’ve missed home. I miss my mom and dad. Member when I was going to marry you?”
    The last part makes no sense. Marry me? I don’t recall that conversation. But the idea that she ever considered her and me together in that way does something to my insides. I’ll be damned if I don’t melt a little.
    “Shot. Blood everywhere.” Tears fall to her cheeks as she gabbles.
    “I’m so sorry .” I can’t even feel sorry for myself, or mad at her for the way she’s completely ignored me the last seven years. There’s so much pain rolling off her I can feel it as if it were my own. And I realize she’s as broken as I am.
    She laughs, and I’m s urprised until I understand why. There’s a guy standing on the curb, peeing into the street. “Gross,” she says.
    I chuckle. “ Hold tight.” I place my arm across her body, protecting her. Make a right and pull into my apartment complex.
    “You live here?” she asks when I open the door on her side.
    “Yep.” I unbuckle her and she falls against me, her cheek on my chest.
    “ You smell good. Mmmmmm. Kyle. Kyle. Kyle.” Her voice breaks, and I realize she’s crying again. “Why?”
    “Can you walk?” I ask, clearing my thro at. I haven’t shed a tear since my dad died, and even then it was out of relief. A little sadness too, for what could’ve been. But seeing her cry, recognizing all of the sadness in her, is choking me up.
    Maddie wraps her arms around my neck. “I left without saying good-bye. I shouldn’t have done that. But you stopped calling.”
    I want to tell her my dad made me. Instead I lift her into my arms. “Hang on.”
    She weighs next to nothing. Her body settles into my arms. Her head lying against my shoulder. She snuggles her face into my neck, and I feel the wetness of her tears. Every ounce of resentment I still harbored vanishes.
    My apartment is at the top of the stairs. When I reach the landing I set her down so I can unlock the door. She keeps her arms around my neck.
    Evan walks out of his apartment , a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. “Looks like you got your hands full, bro. Want some help?”
    “Nah, it’s all good.” I lift Maddie into my arms and carry her into my apartment, shutting the door with my foot. At least I think it’s going to shut.
    “What’s her name?” Evan asks from behind.
    “It’s Maddie,” I say, annoyed that he’s followed me