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An Impossible Love by Toni Demo
She looked up at him in wonder. His strong jaw, covered in stubble. His beautiful blue eyes staring at the ceiling. He stared into space as if thinking. It was hard to believe that the night before she had been arguing with him about lord knows what for no reason at all. She was curious about what he was thinking but didn’t dare ask, talking may have ruined the moment. It hadn’t felt like this for a long time. Not with him. They had been apart for so long, yet it felt like so little time had passed.
Her hand was rested on his chest. The reason they were no longer together was right next to it. The tattoo that symbolized his dedication to someone else. He had put them before her so often. His games. His fights. She had never understood why he insisted on doing the things he did, and yet, somehow the fire he had for such things drew her to him as though she were a moth.
She turned over. Reality was beginning to set in. She was back in his arms. Back in his control. She knew that no matter how much she hated it, it was never going to change. He rolled over toward her and placed his arms around her. He rested his chin on her head. If he had ever been so gentle with anyone else, she had not seen it. He put up his guard so often with everyone else that the question of whether he was being honest with her, ever, had crossed her mind several times.
A knock came from the front door. It echoed though the small apartment. She grabbed his arm as if that would stop him from getting up to answer but the knock just grew louder.
“I should get it,” he said, rising from her side.
“Pete,” she begged. “You don’t have to...”
He just looked back at her. Another knock on the door. He turned and went to the door.
Why did her younger brother have to be in his class? Why couldn’t his teacher have been some elderly man with hundreds of wrinkles and no chance of her ever having an attraction for him? Instead it had to be Peter Dunham, the young, strong, gorgeous man that had caught her attention at the moment she saw him. He only seemed to be there to distract her from living her life. During her entire relationship with him, she constantly wondered where he was and if he was okay. She hated that.
He appeared in the doorway. “I’m going out with the boys, I’ll be back later. It won’t be long, if you would like to wait.”
She stood and began to dress. “I won’t be here.”
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