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I’ll text myself so you’ll have it and we can set something up for tomorrow,” I protested, sighing because he was starting to be a tad difficult.
    “Fine, but George is taking you home. You are not taking a cab at this time of night alone,” he bellowed, eyes challenging mine. I rolled my eyes, conceding. He let out a breath and called George. “George, I’ll need you here to take Andi home. I don’t want her taking a cab. Yes, fifteen minutes is fine,” he agreed and hung up. Reaching over, I snatched his phone out of his hand and started texting myself.
     
Unknown Number: Hey sexy. I can’t wait to have some more good times with you. How about I take you to a fabulous restaurant? You like sushi? You look like a sushi and sake kind of girl. I bet you like flowers too. I’ll make sure to bring you some. ;)
     
    I handed the phone back to him, laughing. Suddenly my phone chimed in the other room. I slipped my feet into my shoes and hurried to my clutch in the entryway. A few moments later, after he’d thrown on some pants, he followed me in there.
    “Some guy just texted me and wants to take me on a date,” I teased, winking at him.
    “Well, are you going to accept his offer?” he asked, chuckling at my silliness.
    “I’ll think about it. Maybe he can text me tomorrow afternoon and confirm,” I suggested as I walked to him. I stood on my toes and kissed him chastely before turning to walk away. Right before I got more than a couple of feet away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him.
    “See you tomorrow,” he promised and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I tried stepping away but he sucked my lip between his teeth and gently bit. Giggling, I reached under his arms and tickled his bare ribs to get him to turn me loose.
    Loud, boyish laughter resonated in the room as he squirmed away from my fingers. Ah ha! Big, powerful Jackson was ticklish. I loved it.
    “You’re ticklish! Oh, this is going to be fun!” I told him, smiling evilly. He had a huge smile on his face and both hands in a surrender position, backing away from me.
    “Woman, you tickle me again and you are getting stood up for your date tomorrow,” he threatened, still grinning.
    Walking out the door, I shouted back at him, “See you tomorrow, Jackson.” Big, serious Jackson was sexy. But ticklish, boyish Jackson was pretty adorable too.
     
     
    A DARK TWO WEEKS…
    It’s been a fucking week. I don’t feel better—I feel fucking worse. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Brayden. Fuck Pepper and her annoying prods to get me to eat. Fuck my teacher’s emails inquiring on my whereabouts. Fuck everyone.
    The slamming door lets me know Fucking Pepper is back. Fuck her. “Dammit, Andi. Get your ass out of that bed!” she shouts, ripping the covers off of me.
    “Fuck you, Pepper!” I scream back at her, tears filling my eyes again.
    “Fuck yourself, Andi. You’re going to a doctor. Get up. Now! You are depressed and you need some help,” she rants, grabbing my wrists and yanking my frail body from the bed.
    We struggle but she ultimately wins because she’s Fucking Pepper. She snatches up some jeans and throws them at me. Today I am going to get fucking help. Fuck that.
     

 

     
     
    “Wake up, lazy! I already let you sleep half the day away. I’m ready to go to the market. We’re completely out of everything,” Olive chirped, bouncing on the bed next to me.
    Groaning, I tossed my pillow at her. “What time is it?” I asked, too tired to even look for myself.
    “Sweetie, it’s ten-o’ clock. We’re wasting daylight. If we don’t get going soon, the market will be packed,” she whined. I was powerless against Olive’s cute pleas.
    “Ugh, fine! But I am taking a shower first,” I replied as I dragged myself out of bed.
    My head was still pounding from the drinks I had last night. I’d had fun with Jackson but had been ready to leave after our second round. There was no way I was going to spend the night with him.