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as one—swaying and grinding to the music. His large hands roam all over my back but always return to the small expanse of skin that is exposed between my tank top and my denim skirt. At one point, I’m pretty sure he leans down to inhale the scent of my hair. I could be imagining that though; I am just so lost in the feel of his body next to mine that I can’t be sure. He cups my face at one point, and we hold each other’s gaze for long moments.
    As our eyes lock, wow—just wow. Endless seas of the deepest blue I have ever seen meet my green eyes, and I am transfixed. He is beautiful; that is certain. But there is something in those eyes that makes him so familiar to me. It takes me a minute to put my finger on it, and I think he catches my quizzical stare.
    He spins me around a few times ballerina-style and then dips me as the song ends. By the time he rights me and releases my waist, I figure it out. It is pain. It is the pain I see in my own eyes all too frequently.
    Sensing that I’m seeing something he doesn’t want me to see, he abruptly lets me go and says thanks for the dance. There is an edge to his voice that was not there before. The change in his demeanor is instantaneous. I feel cold and bereft in his absence, and I can’t ignore the pang of jealousy that I feel as I watch him stalk off to some leggy blonde dancing on the other side of the room.
    By the end of the night, Reid and leggy blonde are lip-locked on the couch. I haven’t said more than a handful of words to him, and he’s already done with me.
    I guess I can choose happy as much as I want, but it doesn’t mean much if I’m not chosen back.
     

Chapter 4
     
    I try not to think of Reid for the rest of the weekend. I am not successful. He is in my dreams. I can feel his hands on my body. I can see the pain in his eyes, and to say my curiosity, and my lust, for that matter, are piqued is an understatement. I want to get to know him more because in our short time on the dance floor, I felt something. I felt a lot, actually. I relaxed into him, and there was a definite connection—One he apparently doesn’t want to acknowledge, but one that is there nonetheless. I try not to think of him, but sadly spend most of the weekend doing just that.
    When my alarm buzzes at 6 a.m., I am already awake. I always run in the morning, and a good run before my first day of classes is exactly what I need to clear my mind. I don’t have class until 10:30, and since I don’t really know how safe the local trails are, I figure I will make my way to the gym and hop on a treadmill.
    It is quiet at the gym. There are a couple of guys in the weights section, and every single treadmill is free. The treadmills all face a wall of one-way mirrors—I can see out, but I know from when I walked up to the gym, no one can see in. The glass wall provides a picturesque view of the lake out in the distance. The sun is still low in the sky, and the pink and orange hues reflecting off the water are amazingly beautiful. I will definitely have to find a trail outside soon.
    I stretch out, put my earbuds in, jack up the volume, set my pace, and run. As Florence and the Machine’s “The Dog Days Are Over” blasts in my ears, I feel for the first time in my life that I am running toward something rather than away from it.
    Forty-five minutes and five miles later, I step off the treadmill and wipe the sweat from my face. I feel good, damn good. I’ve worked out all of my confusion over the weekend. I know that I’m bound to cross paths with Reid again, so I decide to just pretend as if the moments we shared, or that I thought we shared, never happened. I promised myself that I would choose happy, and Reid leaving me longing on the dance floor while he goes to make out with some other chick is so not happy.
    On my way back to the showers, I sneak a peek into the weight room. Just when I decide to forget him, there he is. Reid is with a group of his friends, laughing. They look