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replay her words over and over. It doesn’t take long before I no longer associate them with the mess in the kitchen, but with the mess that is my life.
    When I start crying, I resent Millie for robbing me of the happiness that comes with freshly baked cookies; I resent her for unknowingly and unkindly comparing the state of my life to the state of this kitchen; I resent her for calling me names— a sloth? Really? Great. Let me just add that to the list—right underneath slut, another badge of honor I don’t deserve .
    It takes me an hour to clean up my mess, mostly because my tears slow me down. When I’m done, I make a list of all the things I need to pick up from the store to replace what I stole . Then, knowing that I can’t stand to be in the apartment when she decides to come out of her room, I grab the plate of cookies and go knock on Josh and Aria’s door. Josh answers and I can tell by the look he gives me that my face must still be blotchy from crying.
    “Are you alright?”
    “Can I hide out here for a little while? I come bearing cookies.”
    “Did I hear someone say—” Aria’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the plate I hold in my hand. She reaches for a cookie before she even acknowledges that I’m the one holding the plate. It makes me smile. This is how people are supposed to act when I place a perfectly delicious baked good in front of their nose. “Oh, my god,” she groans, resting her head against Josh’s shoulder as she closes her eyes and chews. “You made these?”
    “Yeah. And remember how you swore Millie was nice?”
    She stops chewing and opens her eyes, the sound of my voice distracting her from her moment of indulgence. “Shit, what happened?” she asks before taking another huge bite. As I open my mouth to respond, she grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. “Hold that thought. I can’t think while I’m eating these. Damn, you know how to bake. Baby, you have to try one. Sarah—pop a squat. You’re not going anywhere.”

T HE ROOM WAS EMPTY when I let myself in. The light of activity from the streets of Old Town Fort Collins shown through the window as I waded through the shadows. I knew— I knew that her absence was a sign. It was a warning. It was my last chance. The empty room was a gift from God. He was giving me one more chance to grow a pair and leave before she returned. Instead, I let the memories of her and I pull me down until I was seated on the edge of the bed.
    She had invaded my thoughts all day. I couldn’t escape her. I hated myself for being so weak, but deep down I knew—from the moment she walked into the coffee shop, I knew—I had to have her. My body ached with a craving only she could satisfy. I wanted her—I’ve always wanted her. Olivia. My battered heart and greedy dick have never wanted anyone else.
    She spotted me as soon as she walked through the door. The light at her back coupled with the darkness of the room made it impossible for me to see the expression on her face; even still, I didn’t have to guess what triumph looked like in her eyes. I’d seen it too many times to count.
    On her journey through the darkness from the door to the bed, she stripped away every piece of clothing she had on—save her lacy white panties. Those, she left for me. Not a word was spoken as she reached behind me to free my mane from the tie I always use to keep my long hair back. As she ran her fingers through it, slowly, gently, my lips sought out her breasts. She sucked in a breath when I traced my tongue around her hardened nipple and the soft sound seemed to ignite us both.
    After showing each tit a fair amount of attention, I gripped my hands around her waist and threw her down onto the bed. She helped me out of my clothes, her fingers as hungry as my own to touch—t o feel. By the time I was completely bare, save condom number one, the only barrier between me and her sweet, wet pussy was a flimsy piece of lace. My cock was so hard it hurt. My