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"Why do you hate me so much, Lacey?" His dark brown eyes penetrated mine with an intense stare that awoke every nerve in my lower body. He called me Lacey. Marty never did that. He always called me Gelasia to annoy me.
"I don’t hate you, Marty."
"Good. I don’t hate you either."
"Why do you always make fun of me?"
He shrugged and pulled on his ear lobe. "Just an old habit, I guess."
I studied his face. Something was different. He wasn’t preparing the next insult to fling at me or getting ready to tease me about something. Marty was a good-looking man, when you got past the arrogant bully. He had a dark complexion with jet black hair and dark brown eyes, strong cheekbones and a cute little dimple in his chin. His skin was always tanned, even in the winter time. He was six foot four, with well-defined muscles over every inch of his body. If we ever had kids, they would be little raven-haired beauties. What was I thinking? Had I gone completely mad, thinking about having babies with Marty? I should not drink alcohol.
He stared at me, rubbing his chin with his thumb. "So, tell me more about this boyfriend. Is it serious?"
"I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s going to last." Oh, why did I blurt that out to Marty, of all people?
I squirmed under his paralyzingly gaze. It was the first time that Marty and I had ever had a real conversation, and I felt like it might be a trap. But I needed someone to talk to, and my friends were all wrapped up in their own lives.
"He is really mean sometimes." I looked down at my hands.