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head on the wall, rest my forehead on the cool tile, and start to stroke myself. Just thinking about how she looked got me hard. I want to touch her, though; it has been too long since I have had her warm and naked beneath me as I am kissing every inch of her soft curvy skin. God, I have to get her back, if I get this worked up thinking about her, it is going to be so amazing to actually feel her again.

 
    I PARK my car in the driveway and slowly get out. I am so stupid. I could have saved us both a lot of heartache and tears if I would have just talked to him instead of running away like a child. No wonder he hates me. How could he not? I bypass the wine, grab a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, and flop down on a stool at the island. I fill the small glass and tip it back, letting the alcohol burn down the back of my throat.
    He’s right. I didn't trust him. I knew in my heart he would never hurt me, that he loved me, but the second that I saw something that made me question it, I bolted instead of giving him a chance. I tip back another shot, hopefully after a few more of these I will be too numb to think about it. I should have known better. He would have never touched Nora. I knew he hated her as much as I did. She should have been my first sign that something was off. Shot number three … starting to feel better now. I grab the tequila and make my way outside.
    I sit in the chair by the fire pit and take another drink. The tears start and they won’t stop.
    Kyle’s hand is running along my cheek and tracing my lips. "Amber, wake up," he whispers, his voice deep and sexy. “Mmm,” I reply, feeling goose bumps rise on my skin as his hot breath grazes my neck. I wait for the kiss, for his tongue to run across my skin. I can feel myself become needy, waiting, anticipating his next move. Instead, his voice gets louder, "Wake up, Amber!"
    I jump out of the chair and quickly realize this is not a dream. He is standing right in front of me. “Jesus, Kyle, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here? What time is it?" The tequila is still in full effect because I am spinning, and damn, if I thought seeing one Kyle was hot and sexy, seeing two is even hotter. I giggle at the thought of two Kyles and continue to check him out. Of course he sees this. He is looking at me with a raised eyebrow, that sexy smirk of his playing on his lips.
    "Easy, Princess, one question at a time."
    I stumble back down into the chair. I haven't been called that in so long; it was what he always called me. What is he doing here? Did he come here to yell at me some more for being so damn stupid? God, I hope not. There’s only so much my heart can take within twenty-four hours.
    "I’m sorry I scared you. I was trying not to, but you were out cold. I can see why." He picks up the bottle of tequila and shakes it ... I try to grab it from him, but it is no use seeing as he towers over me. "I don't think you need any more of this tonight." He looks at his watch. "It’s three in the morning. I’m here because I needed to see you. I was a dick earlier." He looks down at the ground and runs his fingers through his hair. “I never should have let you leave earlier. Can we go inside? Have some coffee and talk?" All I can do is nod. If I try to talk, I am going to sound like a blubbering idiot.
    Kyle follows me into the house. He puts the cap on the tequila and puts it away while I start a pot of coffee. "Wow, the kitchen looks great. I heard that you did some remodeling a while back," he says, that killer smile planted on his lips.
    “I think I always knew I would be back here someday and this place only needed a few touch-ups to make it perfect."
    "I know how much you love this house and what it means to you. I am really sorry about your grandparents, you know how much I cared about them. They were the closest thing I ever had to grandparents growing up."
    "They loved you, too. You know that, right? I was the reason they wouldn't tell