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“Before me?”
“Yes. I was here before you were flown in.”
“Oh gosh… Oh gosh…” he whispered and hung his head in the trash can.
“What is going on?”
“Did they tell you to marry me?”
Daphne sagged onto the couch next to him, realizing something was going on, and they were being played like pawns.
“Yes,” she whispered painfully. “Houghton said to go in there and help you, to marry you, and…”
“Ohhhh gosh,” he whimpered brokenly. “Itisthe curse. I said I wanted a pen pal but didn’t really mean it. It would have been nice to get stuff in the mail, but I didn’t want the rest of it…”
“What is going on?”
“I didn’t want a pen pal.”
“Dude, we’re not writing letters.”
“It’s the same thing – hecursedme!”
“By having you marry me?” she nearly yelped, insulted, as she stood up quickly, staring at him in shock. “What was all that garbage about painting my eyes and…”
“That’s the Romeo curse in action!” he uttered, looking at her apologetically. “I am so sorry; whatever is in your head when you look at me, I think maybe you were cursed too.”
“You thinkI’mcursed – and you didn’t want to marry me?”
“The curse puts two people together – and suddenly, they can’t get enough of each other,” Max began, his voice trembling. “They end up all googly-eyed and married.”
“You’re green around the gills, not googly-eyed… and I certainly don’t feel that way.”
“You can barely stand me unless we’re together.”
“That’s not true.”
“It’s not?” he asked, looking up from his trash can in his lap. “Because the second you walk in the room, I feel my brain melt straight into my pants.”
“That’s calledlust, mister,” she chuckled… and saw his frown deepen. “What now?”
“You don’t want… me?”
Daphne’s mouth dropped open as she felt her face get hot, realizing what he was asking her to confess – and how they had come to this so quickly. There was silence. She could hear the fire popping behind the tempered glass door of the wood-burning stove and some ice pellets hitting the glass along with the howling winds… but between the two people sitting on the couch was a painful silence that was telling.
“When you kiss me…” she began, not sure if she could say everything in her mind or what it did to her – especially if he thought he was cursed and didn’t want to be married.
“Yes?” he said hopefully, his eyes watching her.
“I feel it…” she hesitated and turned it on him. “Wait, if you don’t want to be in any of this, why did you even kiss me?”
“Because of the curse.”
“The curse,some made-up curse, told you tokissme?”
“Well, no…”
“Then what?”
