Unlovable

Come here my fattin’ up girlfriend and give me some kissin’.

Please don't hurt me. When you're tired of me, just let me know.

I’m a mean, cruel person who doesn’t deserve love.

You know how important trust is to me, yet you've done nothing but deceive me.

You could kiss me, we’ve hardly kissed since you’ve come back. You didn’t meet another woman while you were gone did you?” I traced around the outline of his lips with my index finger. “There are other women out there?” The look on his face was one of genuine surprise. “Oh, you’re good.” I kissed his cheek. “Did you come up with that all by yourself, or is it a line from one of your old movies?” “All by myself.” Seth put his arms around my waist and drew me close.

MAke sure she can handle a gun, please." I whacked him on the arm. "Hmm, did a butterfly just land on me?

He insisted we sleep together, I insisted we didn’t. I won.

I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” Cole pulled a tomato half out of the salad and stuffed it into his mouth. “That’s right. I heard you and Ron were good friends,” Booker said innocently, the first clue a joke was coming. Booker was many things, but innocent wasn’t one of them. Cole studied him for a moment. “Okay, I know I’m going to hate myself for asking, but who is Ron?” Cole leaned against the counter and folded his arms across his chest, looking every bit the 6'3 3/4" that he was. “You know, Ron, as in Ronald McDonald.” I groaned. That was bad. “I can cook,” Cole said indecisively. “Doc, you’re the only person I know that can burn water!” “I have never burn–okay, once. Are you ever going to forgive me?” “You ruined my favorite pan!

He didn’t say anything until we approached my trailer. “Truth be told, I was hoping for a goodnight kiss, you know, after the park and everything.” I ignored him and increased my pace again. After a few more steps, I had a small brainstorm and sallied around with a smug expression. “Sorry, it’s not cold enough to kiss you.” He looked puzzled. “Okay, you’ve lost me. What does the cold have to do with you kissing me?” “Simple, the river Phlegethon will have to freeze over before I’ll ever kiss you again.” Dr. Bore would be proud of my mythology reference. Seth just threw his head back and laughed. “I’m glad you think that’s funny.” He gently, but firmly, took my chin in his hand. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” He did not just misquote Shakespeare to me! “I watched you taste my kiss back at the park, Maggie. You enjoyed it as much as I did. You know it and I know it.” His voice rumbled soft, low, and yummy. I yanked my head free and walked up the small path to my porch. “Sooner or later, Maggie, our lips will meet again. Personally, I’m voting for sooner.” I wheeled around, almost losing my balance. “Why do guys like you think every girl wants to make out with them? I don’t get it.” The playful grin had vanished from his face. “I didn’t ask you to make out, Maggie. Goodnight.” A twist of guilt clutched at my belly as he walked away.