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thought she was going to go all Lorena Bobbitt on my ass and cut off my junk. At one point, I feared for Rebecca’s safety. Michelle is nothing if not protective of her friends. I wouldn’t have put anything past her with how pissed off she was.
    I’m not exactly proud of the fact I took my ex-girlfriend to Prom. But our moms were best friends, and I had promised her a long time before that I would take her. I probably should have canceled and taken Sam instead. When she told me Luke Ward asked her to Prom, I wanted to find him and kick his ass. First of all, there was no way I was going to let her spend the night with that Neanderthal. And secondly, there was no way I was going to let her see me with Rebecca. It would have been pure torture to watch each other with different people all night.
    Back then I didn’t want to be tied down with a serious, long-term relationship. I was going to be heading off to the Marines, and I was a young, hot-blooded male. I wanted to be free to fuck as many girls as I could and not worry about the girl I left at home pining for me. I know I could have handled it better, but how many eighteen year olds know what the fuck they’re doing? None. Trust me, I’ve been living with that decision for a long time, but I stopped beating myself up over it a while ago. It won’t change anything, so there is no use in dwelling on it.
    Which brings me back to this damn, blank email screen. I need to remind her of what we once had and get her thinking about what can be. She needs to remember and then maybe she’ll be more apt to leave that fucker.
    Am I an asshole for trying to get back what I lost all those years ago? Most definitely.
    Would I be pissed if some dude was sniffing around my wife? Fuck yes!
    Do I care? Hell no!
    Sam is my “one.” Fate brought us together again for a reason. I’m an opportunistic bastard and am going to capitalize on that as best I can. If that means getting in her face, I’ll do it. If that means making her husband look like a douche bag, I’ll do it. I will stop at nothing to make this happen with her. Getting Sam to remember how good we are together is first on the agenda. I need a clever way to grab her attention. A big smile stretches across my face. I know just what to say.
    My fingers fly across the keys. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I’m anxious to see how she is going to react to my email. I read it again and confirm that it’s just enough to hook her. Once I do that, it shouldn’t be too hard to reel her in.
    I feel like patting myself on the back because the words on the screen are brilliant… The perfect blend of evasive and in your face.
    I probably shouldn’t say this... But I can’t stop thinking about how we used to play in my bedroom after school :)
    I hit send and flip the screen back to her official website. I navigate to the gallery of photos that have been uploaded of her with her fans. Each one makes me more on edge while waiting for her reply. The next two hours are excruciating. It feels like I’m waiting for paint to dry.
    They say a watched pot never boils, so I head out of the guest room that doubles as my office and out to the kitchen. I grab a leftover takeout container from the Chinese place down the street and stare out the patio doors while eating my food.
    Maybe I should call Brad and see if he wants to go out for a beer in a bit. That might take my mind off whether or not Sam is going to reply to my email.
    I could be totally off the mark here. Maybe she is repulsed by my advances. Nah… that can’t be. I felt her tremble in my arms that night. There is no denying that she was affected by me.
    I walk back into the office to grab my cell phone. But, before calling Brad, and since I’m a glutton for punishment, I decide to check my email again. I want to jump up and fist pump the air when I see that she responded.
    Even if she tells me to get lost, it doesn’t matter. She’s keeping our lines of communication