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When I’m close to him, when I touch him, I can’t think straight. Taking a step back, I put some distance between us. Rubbing my fingers over my forehead, I massage the skin, trying to ease the building pulse.


So much is swirling through my mind at the moment, and I just need some time to think. We’re both running high on emotions and need to call a time-out.


“I’m going to give you space. I can tell this is what you need.” My eyes glance up at him. He’s doing it again. Trying to read me and, I don’t know why, but it only annoys me further.


He holds his hand up. “I think we both need space right now. I know I made assumptions, and I’m sorry. I’m going to give you some time, but we’re going to talk about this again.”


I don’t want to argue with him right now. I fully expect him not to bother once he walks out the door. What reason does he have to keep trying? Time and space won’t change the fact sooner or later he’s going to walk away, like most of the people in my life have.


I need to protect myself, my job, and everything I’ve worked so hard for. When he does walk away, I won’t allow him to take all those things with him.


He rubs his thumb over the side of my hand where our fingers still entwine. Glancing down at our joined hands, I let out a heavy breath before I look up at him.


“I’m serious, Sydney. I’m giving you time, but it’s only time. Sooner or later, the time is going to run out, and I’m going to be back here. We’re going to talk about this.”


I nod.


He reaches his hand out, pressing it softly against the side of my face before he leans forward and kisses my cheek. His mouth lingers near my face as I tilt my head to the side, feeling his warm breath against my heated skin.


“I’m not walking away from you. I won’t give up on us either.”


He squeezes my fingers again, pressing another kiss against my cheek before he pulls back. He flashes me a sad smile, clenching his clothes in his hands, and turning to walk out the door.


All I can think in this moment is how badly I wish he were telling the truth.

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