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Me: Don’t ever text me again either.
I write down some words picking up my guitar,
“Staggering through the darkness, all I see is you,
My heart is beating wild and crazy; will I see it through?
You say it’s over,
I say it too,
But all I know is I’m still in love with you…”
“Why don’t you ever sing your songs?” My head jerks upward. “Geez, you scared the shit out of me.” Harrison stands there with a serious expression on his face.
I set down my guitar. “Because I don’t.”
“You got a bloody good set of pipes,” he presses.
“Harry, we have gone through this. I like writing music. I hate singing. It is not something I want to do.”
“Okay, okay,” Harrison says. “But that’s beautiful. I hope whoever sings it does it justice.”
I watch his retreating form. Sighing, I stand and stretch. I need to run. That’s what I need to do. My phone pings again.
Denton: I mean it, though. I’m sorry. Can I take you to lunch?
Me: No.
Denton: Please.
Me: No.
God, what is wrong with him? I walk into my private bathroom and change into my running gear.
It’s a mild day outside, which will make for a fantastic run. I cross the street to the park and get onto the trail. I plug in my earphones and start a slow jog. But all I can think about is Denton and his stupid voice and the fact that I like the huskiness of it. I like the playfulness of his texts. I pick up the pace, pushing myself, my feet pounding against the asphalt. God, I hate Denton Duke. I hate him so much.
I stop at the water fountain and sit down to catch a breather. But why has he been the only thing on my mind since we went out last weekend? And tomorrow is Anna’s birthday. I can’t put that that off even if I want to. She will hate me forever. That is probably why he’s pestering me . I pull out my phone from the pouch.
Me: It’s okay. I am not going to tell her about it. Do you think I am that stupid?
Denton: That isn’t why I said I was sorry.He replies instantly.
Me: Then why did you?
Denton: Because I was wrong to do what I did. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you.
Me: Well, stop because it is wrong.
He starts to type then stops, starts up again, then stops.
Denton: See you tomorrow.
I jog back to the office angrier than when I left. What is wrong with him? He is happily married. They have a child. I am married. My marriage may not be perfect, but I don’t want to mess it up. Him saying shit like what he did today just makes no sense. Maybe I should see him, clear things up. But I know that is probably the worst idea.
Nate is in the kitchen when I get home. “Hey, you,” He greets.
“That smells good.” I kiss him on the cheek.
