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then she told me I had one night to pretty much decide if I could be with her or not. It all comes down to one thing; can I live with the fact that the woman I’ve fallen in love with used to be suicidal? I want to say yes. I want her more than I wanted anything in my life, but she needs to understand where I’m coming from. I need to tell her.
    As soon as she leaves the table Molly follows her. Shit.
    “Dude, snap out of it!” Tatum yells from across the table. “What the hell is going on with you two?” he asks as he finishes up another beer.
    “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about,” I growl. I’m still pissed he lied to me that she left. That was a headache I could have not had, had he just told me. Bros before ho’s and all that shit. Apparently not.
    “Bullshit. Grow a pair, Eddie. That woman looks at you like you are her lifeline. You’re gonna fuck this up if you can’t get your shit together and grow a fucking pair.”
    “Drop it man,” I hiss across the table at him. “We’re fucking fine.”
    “Dude, you had it rough. I get it. That woman loves you... you can see it in her eyes. Your rules are bullshit, Eddie. I get not wanting to be like them... but that’s your fucking choice. By the looks of her tonight... you are about to lose the best thing that has ever happened to you. Fuck man! Last night wasn’t enough of a scare that you were going to lose her? Now, not a day later, you are back to the same bullshit. Stop being such a pansy, Eddie. She’s gonna be gone before you get your shit together if you keep this up.” He shakes his head at me and chuckles. Asshole.
    Lose her? Not on my watch, what the hell made him say that?
    “What are you talking about, Tatum?” I cave and ask. Drunk Tatum is loud, but he is almost as smart as sober Tatum. He gets a better feel of character and people’s feelings drunk. It is insanely fucking strange, but for as long as I’ve known him he’s been like that.
    “Every time she looks at you tonight she plasters on that fake ass smile. I’ve known her twenty four hours and can tell it... you can’t say you didn’t notice how fake that was?” His eyebrows raise at me, waiting for an answer. Shit, she did seem off. I guess I thought it was just her trying to be not as outspoken around my friends, trying to make a good impression. Why would she leave me, she told me I had tonight. I still have time... right?
    “Fuck,” I groan and run my hands over my hair. It’s a gesture that started after I shaved my head for the first time, and has since become something I do without even thinking about it, just to remind myself I’m not him.
    I’m not him.
    Fuck... I’m NOT him. I’m me. I’m Eddie.
    Oh SHIT.
    “You seriously think she’s leaving? Jesus, should I go after her!?” Panic starts welling in my chest and an unfamiliar feeling of fear starts running through me. Oh god, I don’t enjoy this. I need her next to me. She can’t run from me... she gave me tonight!
    “Nah, Molly’s got this. Drink up, dude. You’re gonna have a long night... and it’s not going to be fun.” He laughs as he finishes another beer. Jesus, at his rate his isn’t going to be enjoying his night either; or at least his morning tomorrow.
    Son of a bitch.
    She comes back to the table and I immediately see that smile. That fake fucking smile that I had missed all night because I was too worried about how damn sexy she looks. Shit. I grab her hand when she sits down, needing the contact and the assurance that she isn’t going anywhere.
    I need my Red. As crazy as it sounds, even after just a couple of weeks since I’ve known her, she’s the one that I want to be with. I want tiny, redheaded, bat shit crazy children... FUCK, KIDS!? My mind won’t stop racing at the possibility of having that happily ever after that I never wanted, with the one woman who has made me want it.
    Grabbing my drink I take another swig, and as soon as the newlyweds clear the