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what your problem is?" Gatlin bit out, frustrated that she
wouldn't just let the conversation go. "You're too damn naïve. Not
everything is a bed of roses, Kylie. Life is not all butterflies and
sunshine."
     
               
"And do you know what your problem is?" Kylie responded, her hurt and
anger getting the better of her. "You're too damn jaded. You wouldn't know
what happiness was if it jumped up and bit you in the ass," she continued.
     
               
"You're content being miserable — and I'm just going to leave you to that
because it has no place in my world of butterflies and sunshine," she
ended as she snatched up her jacket and purse, and stormed passed Gatlin.
     
               
His arm snaked out and grabbed her. He needed her. Dear God he needed her .
 Crushing her to him, he found her lips and wouldn't let go.
     
               
"Let go … of  … me," Kylie bit out as she fought against her
rising tide of passion.
     
               
Gatlin's heat-seeking tongue melted her last bit of resistance. Kylie dropped
her jacket and purse and dug her hands into his thick, dark hair.
     
                Oh God I love him so , she thought as she returned his kiss.
     
               
Her resistance melted, Gatlin slowed his assault on her mouth, moving to the golden
column of her neck. He continued his trail of desire, unbuttoning her blouse
and taking one enflamed nipple into his warm mouth.
     
               
"No, no, no … stop. Stop Gatlin," her words slowly penetrated his
aroused state.
     
               
"This doesn't solve anything," she said, tears rolling down her
cheeks. It's never been our problem … and it won't be our salvation."
     
               
Shaking off his desire to focus as best as he could, Gatlin responded,
"It's a damn good place to start," and reached for her again.
     
               
"Gatlin stop!" Kylie yelled. "Don’t you see? This is just
another way for you to not deal with your real feelings. … I'm looking
for real, lasting, soul-connecting love; not some casual fuck!"
     
               
"You know you're not some casual … you mean more to me than just a roll in
the hay," Gatlin said, not able to bring himself to use the 'f' word in
relation to her. "I really care about you Kylie."
     
               
"I love you Gatlin. Hopelessly, desperately, completely. And I know it's
not something a modern woman is supposed to say so early in a relationship. But
there it is. And I don't expect you to do anything, or say anything. I just
wanted you to know where I'm coming from."
     
               
"You see, in my world, love is not complicated. Difficult at times? Yes.
But hard? No. It's not some pot-holed filled road to be navigated for miles and
miles and miles on end. You're absolutely right, I do believe in butterflies
and sunshine. I believe in love — and I won't let anybody make me feel bad
about that, or take that dream away from me."
     
               
"And the thing is, I know you love me Gatlin, or you're on the verge of
it. But you just won't let yourself trust that what we could have is real. And
I refuse to spend my life trying to prove it to you or make you believe it.
Life is just too short for that."
    .
. .
     
               
Knowing she was late meeting her friend, Kylie hurriedly rearranged her
clothing, grabbed her jacket and purse and rushed out the door.
     
               
"Taxi!" she screamed, wiping tears as a passing yellow cab drove by
and she gathered the long folds of her evening skirt to step into the cab.

Chapter
8: A Special Gift
     
               
Kylie woke up the next morning, a Saturday, with nothing on her calendar —
which was rare. She planned to stay in and watch movies all day.
     
               
The evening before, she'd poured her heart out to her Katrina, trying to gain
some