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She continues to stay quiet, so I continue.
"See, I'm the youngest of four brothers. My brothers were always bickering as kids. I never really wanted to get involved. Once you step out of a situation like that, you actually discover that their behavior is pretty silly. Since then, I've always found something to laugh at."
I pull the car up to an abandoned soccer field at the top of a hill and switch off the engine.
"Okay," I say. "We're here. I'll let you carry all the stuff."
She turns and fixes me with her beautiful eyes again, as if to say"You can't be serious?"
"Seems like you've got it all under control," I say to her. "I wouldn't want to mess up your system."
There's panic on her face. I stay quiet and then it happens again. The side of her lips quirk up and she lets out a small giggle as she breaks into a bigger smile than she just did the last time.
I have to hold myself back. Because what I actually want to do is to lean over, grab her, and drink that giggle down as I press my lips against hers.
But, I remind myself that she's off limits.
She's my brother's girlfriend.
Or was.
I'm not sure what the situation there is right now, but it doesn't matter.
She's off limits and clearly dealing with something.
I need to focus less on my growing hard-on for her and more on shoving my tongue down her throat.
Wait, no. That's not right.
I need to focus less on my growing hard-on for her and more onnotshoving my tongue down her throat.
I give her a big grin in return. I reach forward, grab a few of the bags, and take some of the cups from her hands.
"Come on," I say to her. "I think you'll like the spot I picked out."
She gets out of the car and follows me over to a little picnic table that is next to the field. The table is worn and cracked, but I prefer things with history over things that are shiny and new.
The sun is already coming up by the time we sit down to eat, but there are still tendrils of orange and purple strewn across the sky.
I sit on the table itself, but she chooses to sit at the very edge of one of the benches. I watch her for a moment as she looks out at the sunrise.
Her features are gaunt, like she hasn't really been taking care of herself. I can't understand how people haven't noticed. It's probably because everyone is always so wrapped up in their own stupid so-called problems that they fail to see actual issues going on around them.
I've already finished an entire egg and cheese sandwich, but she hasn't made a move towards any of the food. I slink down onto the bench next to her, moving far too close on purpose.
She tries to edge herself further, but if she moves over anymore, she'll fall off the bench.
I slide the box of donuts over to us and pop open the top.
"You're not going to make me eat this entire box by myself, are you?" I ask her.
She looks at the contents of the box. I can see the hunger clear in her eyes.
"What's your favorite?" I ask her.
She doesn't respond.
"Mine's Boston Cream," I reply. "It's cliche, I know, but I can't help it. The stomach wants what the stomach wants."
