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“You are so deep in my soul I sometimes feel you are a part of me, like I can’t breathe without you near. And I love that feeling,” he confessed. “I love knowing that the love I have for you runs so deep that without it, I’d be lost.”

“This sh#$ ends here.” Keeton’s voice echoed throughout the apartment. “You’re dead to me; you both are. Do you hear me, old man?” He leaned in closer and punctuated each word. “You. Are. Dead. To. Me.” I had never in my life seen anything like what I just witnessed. A strong sense of fear washed over me just as Keeton turned and found me standing only a few feet away observing everything.

...If I have to choose, Olivia wins. Olivia will always win; I don’t care who the other person may be.” It was my turn to speak and plead my case. “I don’t ever want to see hurt in Liv’s eyes. And I can damn sure guarantee that if anyone else causes her pain, I’ll make them sorry they did.

She was without a doubt the girl I would marry one day; I knew that. Not next month or even next year, but one day. I had never in my life ever felt the peace I had when I was anywhere near Olivia. She made all the sh!t seem like it was miles away.

“Are you there?” I asked, because it wasn’t like Bailey to remain so quiet. “Um, yeah,” she said in return. I could hear clicking sounds as if she was typing on a keyboard. “I’m just checking flights to Texas, because this Lacy bitch needs to meet your Aunt Bailey.” I laughed because it was impossible not to.

“Mornin’ handsome.” Her beauty made my chest ache. The way she looked at me was as if all the hate in my life had never happened. She saw me for me, not the guy who spent half his life surrounded by anger and filth.

Once we got a feel for one another without anything between us it was like a whole new experience and we went a little wild. I had unleashed something in her after our first night together, and not that I’m complaining, but I barely had time to sleep anymore. Between work, school, and Olivia, I found little time to get any rest.

I watched her eyes light up when she talked about becoming a world history teacher. I could just feel the excitement rolling off her in waves as she went on and on about the love she had for teaching. I believed in that moment, that in the presence of Olivia, it would be almost impossible not to feel happy.

I think I could watch her facial expressions all day and not get bored. She was effing adorable. I don’t think she even knew how appealing she was. Everything about her was so natural. It was as if she didn’t give a sh#! about what I thought; she was just rambling on.

My older brother was the same; they were both a-holes. “College boy,” Karver snarled. “You finally figure out that you’re trailer trash like the rest of us? Giving up on that imaginary life of greatness?” “I’ll never be anything like you sorry SOB's. You’re both pathetic.”