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me to go. I didn't want them to regret their decision or think that I didn't appreciate
everything they were doing for me.
"Anyway," she continued, "I didn't know if he was fooling around on the side. I never
asked and nothing ever got back to me, but I felt like we were...together. Exclusive. I
always felt good with him. He was affectionate and sweet and we had an
amazing...physical relationship." She cleared her throat and looked down, a slight
blush on her cheeks.
She was quiet as her face clouded and I sat patiently, waiting for her to continue. "We
moved in together after we graduated. We went back to his hometown of Forks; it
was dreary and rainy but we were together and I thought, even if he did cheat on me
in college, this was a commitment. We were together now.
"I got a job at the regional hospital in Forks and we lived in a small apartment above
the laundromat. He didn't work, he said he needed to put all of his effort into his
poetry. So I supported us while he spent his days writing. I was lonely for my family
but I had Jake, so that made it bearable. We lived that way for two years until one
afternoon when I got sick at work and decided to come home early."
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She took a deep breath and let it out, her eyes focusing on some fixed point across the
room, the saddest look on her face. "He was in bed with someone else. Our bed. I was
devastated, to say the least. It turns out that he had someone else, different women,
on the side the whole time we were together. When I kicked him out he said, 'I told
you, Bella. I'm not a one woman man.'"
She took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "I was a fool. People don't change.
Men like your father aren't easy to find. He's good and steady and trustworthy."
"It doesn't need to be one or the other," I insisted. I didn't know where I was going
with this. I wouldn't let myself get as far as her telling me I was right, that she could
have both. With me. Because that scenario was almost as painful as watching her
marry my father.
"For me it does," she said bitterly.
"I don't agree."
"You're young. You'll learn," she said almost angrily.
"Just because I'm young doesn't mean I don't understand love and commitment."
"This coming from the boy who told me a few months ago that he doesn't date?" she
asked, her eyebrow raised.
"That's not..." I trailed off, clenching my jaw in frustration. "Not every situation is the
same. Not every girl is the same. There are exceptions to everything." I didn't think I
would ever look at another woman if Bella was mine.
She just shook her head, her mouth in a tight line. "It doesn't matter. Not for me." She
bit her lip and looked down. "I'm doing the right thing," she said almost inaudibly. I
wasn't sure which of us she was trying to convince.
"Okay," I said angrily, getting up and knocking over my piano bench in the process.
She rose from the floor in response and looked at me with huge eyes. "I..." She trailed
off, twisting her fingers together in front of her.
"You're right, you know," I said, my tone softer. "You're doing the right thing. He's a
good man and he's been alone a long time."
She nodded. "I'm going to take good care of him. I promise."
It was then that I realized we had been slowly drifting closer together until we were
almost touching. The heat from her body and her sweet scent so close to me gave me
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butterflies in my stomach and made my heart beat like a jackhammer. My dick was
hard and it took every ounce of self control I had not to reach out and touch her in
some way.
She was off limits, no matter how badly I wanted her, and would be even more so
after she married my father. I took a deep breath and turned away from her,
everything in my body protesting, telling me to turn back around and take what I
wanted. What I needed.
But I wouldn't do that to my father.
"I know you will, and he'll take good care of you," I said, striding through the music
room and up the stairs quickly before I could do anything monumentally stupid.
I closed my bedroom door and sank to the floor with my back to it. I ran a hand
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