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to his bicep. It was perfect, just like Moon. As my eyes scanned those sexy ass arms of his, I saw it. He was holding a single white rose in his hand. He had that perfect cocky little smile on his face and gave me a wink, with those icy blue eyes that made my knees weak.  Fuck, I might as well go ahead and pick up twenty fucking cats. Because when this ended, I would be done. No one could compare to him, so I was destined to become the old cat lady. Seriously. But right this minute, I would accept that fate, because all I wanted to do was kiss him.
    I didn’t even finish my sentence; I just wrapped my arms around him and put my lips to his. It took a second but Moon did the same and squeezed me tight.

Chapter 4
     
    Moon
     
    “Damn,” I said when she pulled her lips away from me. “I’m gonna knock more often.”
    “Come in,” she said, as she grabbed me by the hand and led me inside. It was times like this when she fucked with my head the most. When she was affectionate without being naked. She fucking almost gave me whiplash sometimes. But I didn’t care; I loved her too much to care.
    “For you ma’am,” I said, as I handed her the rose I just picked up from the flower shop.
    “Thank you,” she said quietly, and took the flower out of my hand. She put it to her nose as she walked over to the bar and stuck it in the vase with the first one. So far so good. Maybe the old man was right. But I wasn’t getting too excited. I just never knew with Sam, she could flip the switch in a second and shut me out. My dad always told me to never try and figure women out, because it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t kidding; Sam was a complete mind fuck sometimes.
    “You ready to go woman?” I said, as I stood beside her and squeezed her ass.
    “Yeah, let me grab my purse,” she said, and walked into the living room.
    “You’re suitcase, you mean,” I said. That thing was huge; I don’t know what she could possibly keep in it.
    “It’s not that big,” she said with a little laugh, as she slung it over her arm. She was so tiny; I’m surprised it didn’t knock her sideways when she carried it.
    “Ok,” I said with a laugh, as I opened the front door and waved my arm for her to go ahead of me.
    When we got in the truck, Sam started to buckle her seatbelt. I patted the middle and nodded my head. She scooted over close to me without hesitation. Yes, this is what I fucking wanted. I was just hoping it lasted, for tonight anyways. I had my left hand on the steering wheel and my right on my knee when Sam did something that really shocked me. She reached over, grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. For some people, that might not be a big thing. For us, this was huge. She rarely held my hand and she sure as hell never initiated it. What the fuck? I squeezed her hand and she did the same. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but it was. For us, it was. Shit, she was definitely turning me into a fucking pansy. I’m getting excited because she was holding my hand. What was I, a fucking thirteen year old girl? But I couldn’t help it. I raised our hands and put my lips to hers. She tensed up for just a second but then I felt her relax. She had to see how much I loved her. How much I needed her to love me back.
    “Wait a minute,” Sam said, as she took in her surroundings. “Are we going to The Patch?” She asked.
    “Maybe.” I said.
    “Do you think people go out there anymore?”
    “I don’t know, but it’s Sunday night so I’m sure no one will be there.” The truth is I had gone out there more than once and just sat.  Sometimes there were empty beer cans lying around, so I’m sure kids still went out there. But every time I had driven there, it was empty. Granted it was never on the weekend, but I was pretty sure it was a safe bet we would be alone. This field had a lot of memories. It was where I realized I loved her. And maybe it was just high school love back then, I don’t know. And it