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WYATT
How in the world could I possibly have these feelings for Breigh already? It felt like my body was betraying me and letting my wall lean rather than standing like concrete. She was reeling me in, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t want it, and I meant wanting her more than anything.
I was not and would not just let a woman into my life again. I had been determined and had become a skilled master of putting women at arm’s length.
I could fight this… I’m positive I can. But then, can I?
I was thrilled I was able to make it tonight. I don't remember the last time I had looked forward to something, especially seeing a girl.
“You’re a really good dancer,” she said and I laughed.
“I actually love it… funny, I know, to come from a guy.”
“Who taught you?”
“My mom, actually. She taught me in our kitchen. I put my feet on top of hers and she showed me. It kind of became a thing when we were alone in the house. She loved it too.”
“That’s sweet. Are you close to your mother?”
“I wouldn't say close. I love her and we talk, but we don't see eye to eye on things.” I paused. “I asked my mom one time how she learned, and she said her father taught her. So I always thought it was special. Maybe one day, I can teach my daughter…” The words escaped my lips before I realized what I was saying out loud.
She looked up to me and gave me a weak smile. It was hard to judge her emotion on my comment.
“You’re a pretty good dancer yourself. Who taught you?”
“I’m not really a good dancer, just have a good leader.”
I winked at her and then a slow song came on. She pulled herself to me and laid her head on my chest. Her smell was intoxicating, the coconut and floral in a mix of perfect femininity.
The feeling of her next to me was going to be addictive.
How was I going to let her go by the end of the night, when I didn't even want to let go of her hand right now?
I had gotten used to not having a woman’s warm body next to mine, that hand to hold, or that voice to hear, but after spending time with Breigh, the little moments have stuck with me. I wasn't sure I was going to escape the ache for her presence. I had craved it, and feared it would get to the point of not being able to live without her.
“I’m so sorry, I have to go…” I whispered, after taking a call from the station.
“It’s okay, Wyatt. I totally understand. It is your job!” She smiled, trying to reassure me.
“I feel so bad. I hate to leave you. I was having such a….”
“I know me too. There will be plenty of other times. I promise. Besides, I will probably just sit a while and watch Emma make a fool of herself. I’m actually getting tired anyway.”
I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek then paused.
Breigh kept our exact distance and then kissed me on the lips. Soft and sweet, confident yet with a slight tremble.
“Good night,” I said and walked off. Definitely the hardest person I had ever had to walk away from but I had to believe it wasn't going to be the last time. Not if I had anything to say about it, anyway.
BREIGH
Walking to my truck I had the biggest smile on my face. Wyatt. I had ended my last relationship over a year ago, but had put up a wall committed to not letting anyone else in.
“Would you hurry the hell up, Emma? Geeezzz…”
I heard her grunt and take a deep breath like a kid who wasn’t ready to leave the candy store. In a way with Emma, this was a candy store.
I pick up my pace, ready to get home. Wyatt had left over an hour ago and I sat bored that entire time.
I hear footsteps behind me and looked out the corner of my eye making sure Emma was catching up.
I began walking a little faster until I felt pulled back by my arm. “Breigh…”
His voice rang through my ears like a shrieking siren I didn't want to hear ever again, not ever.
“Alan.”
I pulled my arm back, not letting him think he had control of the situation. That was where we always got into trouble; I had let him think he was more powerful than me.
“You are a creep, Alan. Y’all are through!” Emma chimed in.
“Emma, I have it under control. Just get in the truck,” I told her, as if I was scolding a child.
She agreed with an eye roll.
“Are you following me?” I ask, stopping in front of my truck.
“I already had plans to be here when Roxe was playing. I just happened to see you and the guy you were dancing with.”
“So? Is there a point to this conversation? We aren't together, and haven't been in a while, so what does it matter to you what I’m doing?”
I stood still taking him in. This was the man I was in love with previously, and had so much hope that later turned into hate. But now when I looked at him, I didn’t see anything; I didn’t feel anything. The feelings that I was feeling for Wyatt already seemed so much stronger than what I had with Alan even toward the end. That was sad…
God has a plan. I had prayed for us to work out, but in the end it concluded for a reason.
Alan began to move toward my face with his lips.
I immediately pushed him away, enraged that he had the nerve to make a move on me. “What in the hell are you doing? You are not kissing me. We’re over. I already told you that.”
“You looked so good tonight, it made me miss you. I want you back. I think
