No, I’m not,” I replied honestly, I didn’t tell her that I wished that the circumstances were different. I looked at her and at that moment, I wished that I could give her a different answer. “Are you planning on ever seeing me again?” “Are you going to take me out tomorrow night on a date?” “Oh, what does it matter? I’m too tired to explain.” “I can’t say I really understand, but I guess I get it.” “Now who’s watching too many movies?” I laughed and ran my hands through my hair. I figured maybe you would wonder who the new thief in your territory was, and maybe you’d come find me.” “I wanted to see what it felt like to be a car thief.” She shook her head and frowned. If the fact that I liked to steal cop cars at the pier was well known, then I had to choose another spot. And you know that I like to watch romance movies.” I know you like to go to the pier to steal cars at night. “It doesn’t really matter now.” She pulled away from me. How did she know so much about me? I thought I had hidden my tracks a lot more carefully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I looked away from her. Yeah, I know you’re a criminal, a petty criminal. “I don’t want to hear anything about being from opposite sides of the track or whatever. “I didn’t change because we had sex.” I shook my head and rubbed her lower back, pulling her closer to me. “You changed after we had sex.” She sighed. “You’re not a cruel guy.” She shook her head. “I don’t get why you’re trying to hurt me.” “Why do you hate me?” She looked up at me with wide eyes, her irises cloudy and unsure. I felt her body pressed mine, and I ignored the stirrings of lust that grew in me. She rested her head on my shoulder and I stroked her hair and buried my face in her black locks. I pulled her towards me subconsciously and held her in my arms. She looked up at me, and her cheeks were blotchy. She turned around slowly and my heart froze as I saw the tears streaming down her face. “What do you mean you stole a cop car to meet me?” “Wait.” I grabbed her arm and stopped her. She was walking fast and I ran to stop her. “What do you mean?” I called after her as I hurried to keep up with her. “What the f**k is she talking about?” I cursed at myself as I opened the car door and jumped out. “I stole the cop car because I wanted to meet you,” she whispered before she slammed the door.
I was already feeling shitty, and I just needed to get away from her. I couldn’t afford for the lines to be blurred. “I wish I could say the same.” I turned away from her harshly. “Well, I guess that’s it, then.” She opened the door. All I would have to do is throw the baby seat out.
Shit, I wanted to take her in the backseat of the car. I wanted to pull her towards me and hold her tight. They looked so pink and luscious, and I could almost feel them on mine soft, moist, and sweet. “Yes.” I looked back at her and stared at her slightly trembling lips. I guess she inherited her backbone from her piece-of-scum father. “That’s how you feel?” Her voice was strong, and I was surprised that she wasn’t crying already. She was just some silly college girl, caught up in some fantasy of getting with a bad boy. There was no reason for me to feel sorry for Maddie she had everything she could ever want. I stared at her house, with the colonial columns and the porch swing, and my blood boiled. I broke away from her gaze and looked at the tree-lined street of mansions. My eyes blazed into hers and I could see tears welling in them. I don’t know you, and I don’t care about you.” But listen to me carefully: we are nothing.
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“This isn’t a romance movie or book or whatever. “Look, Maddie,” I cut her off and pulled over at the end of her street. “Maddie, I have no interest in getting married, and if I did, it would not be to you.” I let the words linger in the air and felt her flinch at my words. “Well, when people are meant to be together, they just know.” “Well, have you ever seen any romance movies?” “Have you ever seen The Notebook or Love Actually?” “I think you’ve had too much time on your hands this summer.” I burst out laughing at her words and shook my head. “What sort of guy am I then?” I held my breath, waiting for her answer.