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bra out of the dresser. Shit! He must be here early hoping to get in a quick fuck before work. I glance down at myself. I’m wearing a towel wrapped around my body and another towel around my head.
    The doorbell sounds again. I slam my dresser drawer shut and scramble for the door. I fumble with the lock for a moment, wondering if Knox left traces of me on the lock and the doorknob when he left. Pulling the door open, I’m not prepared to feel utterly disgusted when I see August’s smiling face.
    I want to slap him and ask him why I haven’t been invited to his apartment in four months. I want to accuse him of cheating on me. I want to shake him so hard the truth falls out of him like loose change.
    Instead, I smile and invite him inside. He leans in to kiss me as he steps over the threshold and I allow it. In my head all I can think is, You bastard. You lying little geek.
    “Good morning, sunshine.”
    He immediately walks into the kitchen area and begins putting on a pot of coffee. It’s something I usually find endearing. How he knows and supports my caffeine addiction. Today I find it annoying.
    “How did you sleep?” he asks as he fills the coffee pot with water then pours the water into the coffee machine.
    “I slept great. Like a baby.”
    “Really? Did you fill that prescription the doctor gave you?”
    I open the dresser drawer again. “Nope. I was just really exhausted.”
    “Really? What did you do last night?”
    He runs his fingers through his soft blonde hair as he walks toward me wearing a sly grin. The grin that says, I’m smarter, richer, and better looking than you, and I know it . And suddenly I’m reminded of the day I met August.
    Lita had taken me to dinner party at her then-boyfriend’s house in the Hamptons. Her boyfriend, Marty, was some hot-shot in-house lawyer for a huge record label. August was at the party with a date, though I didn’t find this out until forty minutes into our conversation when his date stumbled out onto the patio and tried to punch me in the face.
    I should have known then not to trust August. But he was so charming. And so well-dressed. The man dressed better than I did. And the fact that he dumped his date right there was equally impressive. He was sleeping at my apartment, making me coffee, and calling me honey less than two weeks later.
    Yes, I fall for the worst guys. Even now, as August casts that sly smile in my direction, my stomach does a backflip. He reaches for me and my towel falls as I back up into the dresser.
    He chuckles as his gaze slides over my naked body. “God, you are so beautiful.”
    He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. His hands are soft. The hands of someone who drinks coffee and types on his laptop all day long. But they’re also strong as he holds me against him.
    He leans in to kiss me and I turn my head. “Stop.”
    “Why?” he murmurs as he kisses my neck. “You taste so good.”
    “August, stop!” I push him hard in the chest.
    “What’s wrong? Are you on your period?”
    “Ugh! No, I am not on my period! You’re … you’re cheating on me, aren’t you?”
    His entire face scrunches up in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”
    He moves toward me and I hold my hand out to stop him. “Why haven’t I been to your apartment in four months?”
    He chuckles. “You think I’m cheating on you because you hate coming to my apartment. Honey, I stopped inviting you after you turned me down six times in a row.”
    “You are so predictable, August! I knew you would say something like that.”
    His smile disappears. If there’s one thing August hates, it’s being called predictable or unoriginal. His entire life is designed around his ability to bring together the old and the new, the fresh and the vintage, and make it into something effortlessly classic.
    He tempers his inner disappointment as he takes a step back. “Becky, I love you. You know I would never do anything to jeopardize that love. What we