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back of the stove. I walk over and pour some in his coffee before I stir it up and walk back into my bedroom, slamming the door as well.
                  Its less than twenty minutes before I hear cussing and grumbling and spitting coming from the kitchen. Good, that'll teach him. All of a sudden I'm super nervous as I hear him slam the mug down and his feet walking heavily in my direction. Oh no, I hadn't thought that far in advance. The same time my door swings open I start apologizing immensely.
                  "Avery, I'm sorry, seriously. I just..."
                  "You just what?" He cocks his head at me.
                  "I wasn't thinking."
                  "You never think Cassie! That is your damn problem." His fist hits my door and I hear the wood splinter. Wonderful.
                  He shakes his head before running both his hands down the front of his face. I sit down on my bed and scoot back until I'm in the corner near the headboard. When he looks in my direction again, it nearly breaks my heart. He looks like a lost, lonely puppy dog. Thankfully a fully dressed one now.
                  He takes a step forward, almost asking permission to enter. I silently nod my head, allowing him in here without saying as much. I'm too scared to speak. Like he said, I don't ever think. "Sorry about the door,” he says, pointing his thumb. "I'll fix it."
                  "Yeah," I say. That is it. That is all I can say.
                  "And I'm sorry for scaring you."
                  I just smile softly and look down at my sweats, wrapping my arms around myself as I feel chills invade my skin. It’s over a hundred degrees outside but I feel ice cold right now. He steps closer until he is at the bed, then he kneels on it, grabbing at me. Reluctantly I allow him to pull me towards him until we're hugging one another. I immediately start sobbing on his shoulder and he holds me a little tighter.
                  "I wasn't with her last night," he whispers.
                  An awkward half sob, half laugh escapes me, which in returns causes him to chuckle. I miss that sound. I've ignored all his phone calls and attempts in Skype since I found out about the tape. I even started erasing his texts before reading them, and haven't opened a damn letter he has sent. Everything stopped about eight weeks ago, the same day I got a letter in the mail addressed to Cassie Danielson instead of Cassie McKnight. I got the hint.
                  He pulls back and puts his hands on my cheeks, wiping my tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "We should have that talk, huh?"
                  I nod my head and start to smile but it won't form on my lips. I can't, not yet.
                  We adjust ourselves so I'm leaning against the headboard and he is sitting against my wall. We're only a few inches from one another but we may as well still be states apart. Again with the awkwardness while we stare at one another. Its just one of many hurdles between us. You can't jump a hurdle without prepping yourself. I've been doing that for weeks. Hell, for months. When you start running towards a hurdle, you can't start too slow or you won't make good time and may not jump over it right. So I'm not going to start slow. I'm just going for it.
                  "How could you record a sex tape with Katie?"
                  He flinches as if I just psychically slapped him. "I didn't record a sex tape," he says in a weak voice.
                  "Um, that’s funny because people have seen it." I hope I don't throw up again. I have a few times since hearing about it.
                  His eyes look away from me and stares off somewhere in the distance. Mine, however, cannot leave his face. He swallows hard and looks to be thinking about what to say. I'm