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I told myself to get up and go for a ride.
But alas, I did none of those things.
Perhaps I wanted to be near her.
Even though I told myself I needed to steer clear of her.
Then, once I noticed I wasn’t getting up, and I wasn’t reacting, from the corner of my eye, I watched as she laid her blanket down and then lay down.
Moments later, I heard her gasp.
And then I looked up at what had caught her attention.
Was it cool?
Yes. Absolutely.
But it had nothing on the woman who was lying a few feet away.
And that was the only thought I had as I turned my head and took her in.
Really took her in.
She had the kind of body, the kind of voice, that men started wars over.
Having no regrets about who they had to take out, as long as they won the prize.
When I realized I had been staring at her, I turned my head and looked back at the fire.
It wasn’t until she got up and walked away that I realized something.
Those thoughts I had been having... they had stopped.
Completely fucking stopped.
And it wasn’t until I couldn’t see her anymore that they returned.
Like a goddamned inferno.
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She sat down across from me like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Didn’t she know the kind of man I am?
The things I’ve done?
The sins I’ve committed?
The blood that stained my hands?
The regrets… who the fuck am I kidding?
What fucking regrets?
“You know that they say bad things come in threes?” she asked.
I didn’t reply.
