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dinner. When I’m with him, it’s so hard to focus on anything. He knows exactly how to push my buttons, the good ones and the bad ones.
    I feel horrible for feeling the way I do about the baby. I’m so torn. Part of me wants to be understanding. There’s another part of me that hates it. Then there’s the part that wants it to all go away. Sometimes I just want to completely snap and ask him how he could have been so irresponsible in the first place. Even if she was before me. I can’t believe that Mr. in Control Pants would have not used a condom.
    Then I realize what my real problem is. My real problem is that she’s been with him. She’s had what I haven’t. The thought that Bradley knows what it’s like to be with someone like that and I don’t really bothers me. It’s like I’m sharing him with her, or she’s sharing him with me? That’s it. It feels like I’m the third wheel.
    When I walk in to the apartment, I toss my keys across the counter. It’s super dark in here. I know he’s home. I saw his car in the parking lot. “Bradley?”
    “In the bathroom,” he calls.
    “Oh okay.” I have so much reading I need to do for school. I unpack my bag and plop myself down on the couch with one leg tucked under my bottom.
    I pull out one of my books, but before I have time to even open it he ridicules me. “Come to bed.”
    I sit there for a minute and roll my eyes. This ‘going to school’ thing is going to be really hard living with him. He wants me to come to bed with him every night, and I have things to do. I can’t just go watch TV or read every evening. I shake my head and open my book. “I need to study.”
    I turn my iPod on and put the ear buds in my ears. He is going to have to get used to this, or that date we made tonight isn’t going to work because I’ll be having to take Maymester and summer classes to make up the classes I fail this semester.
    I have read the same line multiple times. I can’t concentrate, and I feel bad for blowing him off. I’m startled when I feel a finger tapping on my shoulder. I grab my chest with my hand and yank the ear buds from my ears. “You scared the living daylights out of me.” I take a deep breath.
    Bradley erupts out into laughter. I glance back and scowl at him, but it doesn’t last long. He’s only in his boxer briefs, and when he laughs all of his muscles clench. I can’t help but smile. “Seriously. You scared the crap out of me.”
    He puts his bottom lip out like a puppy dog face. “Awe, I’m sorry.” He holds his hand out to me. “Come to bed, and I’ll make it up to you.”
    It’s not like I was going to be getting any studying done anyway. I certainly won’t now that I’ve seen him in his underwear laughing at me. I put my hand in his and push my stuff to the side on the sofa. He pulls me into his arms, our bodies crushing into one another. “I’m not sure I’ll make it back to the bedroom with you,” he huskily breathes.
    “Oh?” I ask as he starts to nibble on my ear.
    He wraps his arms around my waist and starts to back us up closer to the bedroom. His kisses move down to my neck. I move my head to the side to allow him easier access. I feel like all of the tension I’ve been feeling the last couple of hours is melting away, and I’m turning into pile of mush. I have no idea how he can make me forget I care about anything else in the world with just a touch, just a kiss.
    When we are in the bedroom, I notice the flicker of light coming from the bathroom. He keeps moving until he’s backed us in there. There are candles lit all along the wall where the bathtub is. The tub is already filled. There’s soft, soulful music playing. “Told you I didn’t think I’d be able to make it to the bedroom with you.”
    He starts to undress me, pulling my sweater over my head. Then he covers my exposed skin with kisses where the clothing had been. I thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair as he makes his way down,