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live,” I nodded while swallowing the pills and letting my hair down from the bun I wore at the bakery.
    “Headache?” he asked and I nodded while disentangling my hair. I’ve always had headaches so taking pills for them was usual for me. “I miss this the most,” he said reaching for my hair and running his hand through it. I froze on the spot. I thought that maybe, since we weren’t young and hormonal, we wouldn’t be so responsive to each other’s touch but the way he was looking at me now and the way I was feeling by the simple touch of his hands on my hair told me that we were far from unresponsive.
    “Jackson,” I whispered as he kept on moving his fingers through my hair.
    “What?” he asked with that smile that always reminded me that what we were doing was dangerous for me but it was also unavoidable.
    “This is dangerous,” I said gathering all my courage and standing up walking to the kitchen.
    “Is it, Mar?” he asked from the couch.
    “Of course it is,” I said putting my hands on my face and then looking out the window from where I could see the mini pool in the house. “It has always been this way with us,” I shook my head and turned to look at him. He was already on the island in the kitchen and still smiling.
    “What is so dangerous about that? It was the best thing that ever happened to me,” And to me! I wanted to scream. I wanted to hug him and tell him that I had never ever been able to feel the way that he made me feel, the way he was making me feel that same moment but…. But I couldn’t, I shouldn’t. So, I didn’t.
    “You are engaged, Jackson,” I said pleading with my voice for him to stay away because I saw him walking towards me.
    “I know,” he kept on walking until we were inches apart,”but I can’t be standing here and not be near you” he finally closed the distance and he was pressed up against me and I was cornered by the counter in the kitchen.
    “We can’t,” I said and he put a hand on my cheek.
    “But we should,” he whispered. I wanted to scream, Fuck it and have my way with him on the kitchen floor but I couldn’t.
    “It’s not fair to me,” I said and I felt his lips on my forehead, “or her.”
    “I know,” he said with his lips still against my forehead, “but I still can do this,” he said passing his arm around my waist “can’t I?” could he? I didn’t know but this closeness was something I had to do with. It couldn’t go further but still I craved his touch, I would enjoy whatever I was allowed to.
    “I missed you too,” I said with my hands on his chest. He was everything. I felt a little part of myself brought back to me when he came back. It was as if the adventure of life was no longer present in my every step the moment he went away. I missed that and being here with him I felt that. I felt excited to live; that I could do anything. I could invent crazy recipes, walk around the world and jump from a plane but only if he was here.
    “Tell me what to do, Mar” he said still pressed up against me, still with his lips on my forehead. Was he trying to absorb my thoughts? He was kissing me in the wrong place because I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel.
    “Only the right thing, Jackson.” Yes, I was a fucking martyr. I wanted him to be mine but I didn’t want it like that.
    “I don’t know what that is anymore,” He finally stepped back a little and put his forehead against mine. “Can we be friends?” he asked with his eyes closed.
    “Of course,” I said feeling my heart break in two more pieces. It was already broken but I could clearly feel a new piece falling down from the puzzle that was my heart.
     

Seventeen
    Alexa was next to me and was probably flirting with the guy that was next to her, Connor went on and on about the upcoming football season with the guys and all the girls were bored to death talking to each other. We were at a party at some guy’s place and we were sitting on a picnic table