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is, and I feel guilty for freaking out in the first place. There has been so much happening in such a short amount of time, and if I’m honest, I haven’t been adjusting to everything as well as I had hoped.
    “I’m sorry, about all this,” I start, stepping closer to him. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
    “I know, I don’t want to either,” Brandon says. He wraps his arms around me and drops a kiss onto my forehead. “It’s been harder than I thought it would be too. I guess maybe that’s why I’m pushing so hard to make these decisions. I’m hoping things will stabilize.”
    He’s probably right.
    “I think dinner with your family sounds nice,” I say, only halfway lying. I always loved spending time with his family before, it’s just that so much has happened, and now I feel that it might be a bit awkward. I imagine it will raise all sorts of questions that I don’t have the answers to yet.
    “Really?” Brandon asks. He pulls back a little to look at me, skeptically.
    I smile, hoping it looks genuine. “Really. Let’s do tomorrow.”
    “Thank you,” he says, looking relieved. He kisses me fiercely and I smile, happy to have made him so happy.
    “Still thinking about going over there tonight?” I ask, running my hands up his chest and giving him my best pouty lips.
    He smiles. “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here.”
    I kiss him and run my fingers through his hair.
    “Well maybe not right here ,” he says, before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. I laugh as he starts for the stairs.
    Making up is definitely my favorite part of arguing with Brandon.
     

Chapter Six
    I wake up the next morning and roll over to find that Brandon has already left. Most days he gets up early to go running and then hits the gym. He does some Ironman, Spartan, look-like-a-superhero-in-a-week kind of crazy workout five days a week. I went with him once, but couldn’t even begin to keep up. It was pretty pathetic actually.
    I decided to stick with my normal routine. Most of the time I go jogging three times a week, sometimes with Ashley after I get off work, and then do a handful of yoga poses afterwards. If it is particularly nasty outside, I will go to the gym and do the elliptical machine. I’ve never been skinny, but I try to stay in shape and eat healthy. I’m okay with the fact that I’ll never be able to rock a string bikini or wear booty shorts with any sort of confidence.
    I have a rare half-day and don’t have to be to work until ten, so Ashley and I planned to get together for a quick jog. We haven’t seen each other in a few days, because she has been super busy with a few craft fairs to get some exposure for her newest line of jewelry.
    I roll out of bed and just barely manage to wrestle the girls into a sports bra—which is half the battle—when there is a pounding on the door. I head out of my bedroom and jog downstairs, pulling my shirt on as I go.
    I open the door and Ashley barges inside. I’m always amazed, and slightly sickened, that even in her workout clothes she looks like a model. Her house and car consistently look like stage five disaster zones, and yet she always manages to look like she fell out of a magazine ad for some super trendy store I wouldn’t even know the name of…
    “Morning!” she chirps. I see she’s already started her caffeinating for the day, her hand firmly gripping a travel mug.
    “Hey,” I mumble as I start to rummage through Brandon’s pile of shoes by the door. “I overslept. I just gotta get my socks and shoes.”
    She smiles and sips her coffee. “Up late last night?” she says, with a wink.
    “Perhaps…” I answer, offering a coy smile. 
    “Yeah, yeah. Keep your secrets,” Ashley says, before draining her coffee. “Can I get a refill?”
    I glance around the corner, into the kitchen. Sometimes Brandon makes a pot before he leaves, but this morning it’s empty. “Sorry Ash, I don’t have any made. I’ll make us some