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Now I’m outside cleaning fish so we can fry them for dinner. I have a beer to my right and Jack to my left. I’m not sure which I’ll drink first, but I can assure you they will both go down soon.
I hear the door slam and look to see her sitting on the back deck. Her hair is wet and she doesn’t have any makeup on. She’s perfect even like this.
I grab the Jack and throw it back. I need a friend here. Jack never lets me down. She sees me and starts to walk my way, so I go back to filleting this fish.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning fish.”
“Can I watch?”
“Sure.” She watches as I finish this one and pull the next one out to start on.
“I’m sorry.”
“I told you. Don’t be sorry around me.”
“But I am sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” She moves into my view and leans up against the outside wall of the cabin.
“I’m sorry for losing it with you over and over. You don’t deserve that.” She pauses while I slice the skin off the fish. “I’m sorry we didn’t have more time before we found out about Luke being your friend. And I’m sorry that I have feelings for you that I can’t act on. I shouldn’t have feelings. I just met you.”
“That’s the thing about feelings. You don’t get to decide when you have them and when you don’t. That’s why your heart still hurts. I know you’re caught up in a mess, but I mean what I say. Don’t be sorry around me. I know what I’m getting into. I love spending time with you and I most likely will until you decide to go move.”
“Why couldn’t I have met you years ago?”
“Maybe you weren’t ready for me then.” She pushes off the wall and starts to walk away.
“You’re probably right.” I know I wasn’t ready for her. Hell, am I even ready for her now? It doesn’t matter. She’s going to leave. It’s just a matter of time before she does.
I finish cleaning the fish and spray everything down. Now I need another damn shower, but a thorough hand wash will have to do the trick. Walking into the kitchen, I hear her closing cabinet after cabinet.
“What are you looking for?”
“A bowl for this salad.” She sounds frustrated.
“Bottom cabinet to the right of the fridge.” I watch her as she bends to get the one in the very back. Fuck my life. She just does it for me. Like no other girl I’ve ever seen and it’s fucking frustrating that there are these complications making everything difficult and stressful. She’s full of life, when she actually allows herself to live it.
It’s as if the moment she thinks about her past, she freezes and stops any happiness from flowing through her body.
“Thanks. What else do you need me to do?” She pulls her hair into a messy bun and I lose my train of thought.
“Nothing. Just make the salad and I’ll handle the fish.” She already has all of the vegetables on the cutting board ready to chop and we move easily around each other in the kitchen.
“What do you think about going to Rosie’s tonight for Karaoke? That’s something I’ve never done and it might be fun to try it.”
“Sounds like fun.” I like that she’s not wanting to just sit around this cabin and fester in sadness. I already know this night will get awkward again. That’s what happens when two people have an itch that they haven’t been able to scratch.
Chapter Nine
KIMBER
Damn him for being so calm. Damn him for being so freaking fine and looking at me like that.
Talking to him is too easy. Dinner flew by and we laughed more than we ate. His smile kept drawing me in and I imagined his tongue exploring me at least a dozen times. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I just let enough be enough with him. This push/pull crap is making me insane.
I stare at myself in the vanity mirror and wonder what I'm even doing. I'm supposed to be hurrying, yet I just keep
Now I’m outside cleaning fish so we can fry them for dinner. I have a beer to my right and Jack to my left. I’m not sure which I’ll drink first, but I can assure you they will both go down soon.
I hear the door slam and look to see her sitting on the back deck. Her hair is wet and she doesn’t have any makeup on. She’s perfect even like this.
I grab the Jack and throw it back. I need a friend here. Jack never lets me down. She sees me and starts to walk my way, so I go back to filleting this fish.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning fish.”
“Can I watch?”
“Sure.” She watches as I finish this one and pull the next one out to start on.
“I’m sorry.”
“I told you. Don’t be sorry around me.”
“But I am sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” She moves into my view and leans up against the outside wall of the cabin.
“I’m sorry for losing it with you over and over. You don’t deserve that.” She pauses while I slice the skin off the fish. “I’m sorry we didn’t have more time before we found out about Luke being your friend. And I’m sorry that I have feelings for you that I can’t act on. I shouldn’t have feelings. I just met you.”
“That’s the thing about feelings. You don’t get to decide when you have them and when you don’t. That’s why your heart still hurts. I know you’re caught up in a mess, but I mean what I say. Don’t be sorry around me. I know what I’m getting into. I love spending time with you and I most likely will until you decide to go move.”
“Why couldn’t I have met you years ago?”
“Maybe you weren’t ready for me then.” She pushes off the wall and starts to walk away.
“You’re probably right.” I know I wasn’t ready for her. Hell, am I even ready for her now? It doesn’t matter. She’s going to leave. It’s just a matter of time before she does.
I finish cleaning the fish and spray everything down. Now I need another damn shower, but a thorough hand wash will have to do the trick. Walking into the kitchen, I hear her closing cabinet after cabinet.
“What are you looking for?”
“A bowl for this salad.” She sounds frustrated.
“Bottom cabinet to the right of the fridge.” I watch her as she bends to get the one in the very back. Fuck my life. She just does it for me. Like no other girl I’ve ever seen and it’s fucking frustrating that there are these complications making everything difficult and stressful. She’s full of life, when she actually allows herself to live it.
It’s as if the moment she thinks about her past, she freezes and stops any happiness from flowing through her body.
“Thanks. What else do you need me to do?” She pulls her hair into a messy bun and I lose my train of thought.
“Nothing. Just make the salad and I’ll handle the fish.” She already has all of the vegetables on the cutting board ready to chop and we move easily around each other in the kitchen.
“What do you think about going to Rosie’s tonight for Karaoke? That’s something I’ve never done and it might be fun to try it.”
“Sounds like fun.” I like that she’s not wanting to just sit around this cabin and fester in sadness. I already know this night will get awkward again. That’s what happens when two people have an itch that they haven’t been able to scratch.
Chapter Nine
KIMBER
Damn him for being so calm. Damn him for being so freaking fine and looking at me like that.
Talking to him is too easy. Dinner flew by and we laughed more than we ate. His smile kept drawing me in and I imagined his tongue exploring me at least a dozen times. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I just let enough be enough with him. This push/pull crap is making me insane.
I stare at myself in the vanity mirror and wonder what I'm even doing. I'm supposed to be hurrying, yet I just keep
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