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I smile remembering how his gaze lit me up on the inside, wondering how long I was going to have to wait until he finally kissed me.
I give him a withering look.
“I was a bit of an ass when I first met you,” he admits.
“You think?” I giggle.
“I didn’t know what to do with your smart-ass mouth.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I think you figured it out.”
“Hasn’t stopped you yet,” he counters.
I run my hands over the sheets between us as I lay on my side thinking about the blues and greys of his loft. “These are very manly colors.”
“Don’t make fun of my decorating skills. I bet your room looks like someone pulled the trigger on a pink bomb inside of it,” he says smugly.
“Pink is not my favorite color,” I reply, shaking my head.
He knits his brows together in question.
“It’s yours,” I say. “Why do you think I wear it all the time?”
As if he’s putting everything together and only now just realizes it, he bellows, “Motherfucker!” and I can’t help but laugh. “Was I that obvious?”
He lays on the bed with his arm over his forehead laughing.
“Yes,” I giggle.
“I’m that creepy old man who leers at young girls,” he groans.
“I liked it,” I tell him.
He rolls over and asks, “What’s your favorite color then?”
“Grey,” I whisper, touching his face.
When he stares back at me, I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. His fingers travel down my neck and he rolls the gold chain against my skin.
“It’s my mother’s,” I tell him, and try to pull it in front of me so we can both see the heart charm. “On the backside, it has her name engraved - Maggie.”
He knits his brows together, a pensive expression on his face. Usually I can tell when he’s overthinking, but this is different.
“You never tried to find out who your dad is?”
“Not really much to go on, and honestly, I don’t want to know someone who knows he has a kid out there and doesn’t even try to have relationship with her.”
Deep down this is my insecurity, that I wasn’t wanted. Obviously I wasn’t planned, but my mother chose to have me. She could have easily had an abortion, but something inside of her wanted to know who I was. I only wish the same of my dad.
“It sucks that my mom died when I was a baby. She didn’t leave voluntarily; he did.”
“Maybe he didn’t know about you,” Cash offers, rolling off the bed, slipping on his joggers.
“How could he not know?” I sit up.
“Maybe she kept it from him? I don’t know.” He shrugs, walking into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into each. “People do stupid things for stupid reasons.”
“Why are you defending him?” I get up and take the offered cup. “Do you have any creamer?” I ask, looking through his fridge.
