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ex-girlfriends or got jealous. I always assumed there was someone before me and they were important at one point. With Josh, I want to know. “Will you tell me about your last girlfriend? What was she like? Why is she an ex?”
    His body is becoming strained. “Her name is Amy. We fucked…I mean, dated for about 5 months.”
    He knows I want more information. Why become so hush-hush now? “You know that’s not what I meant, Josh. I want to know what she was like.”
    Sighing, he begins to tell me about Amy. “I met Amy at a show I was working. She hung out at different venues for the same band.” He runs his fingers through his shaggy hair. A piece lies on his forehead. I gently move the piece leaving my hand linger for a moment.
    Liking my gesture, he gives me a lopsided smile. “At first, I wasn’t really in to her. She just was always around. Err…don’t think bad things about me…kay?”
    “I won’t,” I promise.
    “I was having a bad night and I was drinking a little bit. She was around and willing. After that, she kept coming around more and more. I couldn’t get rid of her. If I’m being honest, I didn’t mind the company at first. But, after awhile, I got to know her. Amy likes her pills and alcohol mixed together and the mix doesn’t like her. When, I tried to break things off with her, she became worse.” His head is now lying on my bare chest. As he tells his story, my fingers get lost in his hair.
                  “That’s so sad. I hope she is getting help.”
                  He snickers, “I doubt that. Bree, I should tell you…she is a pain in the ass. She causes trouble for me every venue she shows up at. If another girl looks at me she gets pissed and causes a scene. I don’t want her to make you go away.”
                  “The only person who can make me go away is you.”
                  He rubs my cheek so gently. Something tells me that he doesn’t believe me. “I mean it, Josh. She isn’t going to scare me away. Is that what you are thinking?”
                  “I want to believe you. But, I know Amy.”
                  “You don’t know me. I don’t scare easily,” I assure him.
                  “Good. Cuz’ this is happening between us. We’re doing this.” I am pretty sure Josh means that we are going to be together. Like, as a couple. But, my female mind needs more than that.
    “What are we doing, Josh?” I bring my mouth to his, kissing him with all that I have.
    He pulls away from me. Looking in my eyes, he whispers, “Be mine. Only mine. Kay?”
    Wow. This is my Disney Princess moment. Sure, he is not the clean-cut prince you see in the movies. But, the butterflies in my stomach don’t care that he doesn’t fit the mold. Plus, it is about time Disney introduces a prince with tattoos and a lip ring, don’t you think?
    A million and one clever movie lines come and go through my head. In an attempt to answer him in a witty fashion, I scan my brain for something clever. ‘You had me at ‘hello’; ‘I’ll never let go, Jack’; ‘I dream about being with you forever’. Nothing seems fitting or as perfect as what he has said to me. So, I whisper the first thing that comes out, “Kay.”
    Nice. There’s that lopsided, boyish grin again. Our mouths entwine again. This time, he doesn’t rush to end it, but, in my disappointment, he pulls away yet again, “Dammit. Why do you keep doing that?”
    Toying with me, he nips at my lip. “Always so willing. I like that. But, I gave you my dating bio. How about yours? So, we start off fresh, with no secrets, or complications…will you tell me about your boyfriend?”
    The last thing I want to talk about right now is Nick. “He is a beautiful boy. He has a bunch of tats, a sexy, very enticing lip with a ring attached to it. Oh…and when he is thinking about something he plays with his brow ring.”
    Josh doesn’t find

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