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...he nagging voice in the back of my head kept telling me the same thing; "Shut the fuck up, Benson."
"Because we're both scared. We're both scared of what's happening," I continued.
"Sam, I'm in love with you."
My words hung in the air for a minute before she finally responded.
"What . . .?"
"I'm fucking sick and tired of all the games and lies," I continued. "I don't know why or how, but if there's one thing I do know, it's that I'm completely not supposed to feel this way about you. But you know what? I do. I do, and that's the end of it."
"I—I don't understand . . ." her voice was so soft, I could hardly hear it.
Human Samantha Puckett, ladies and gentlemen.
I wanted to say more, but I didn't. I gave her a minute. I could tell she needed time to have everything sink in. In the back of my mind though, the nagging voice kept telling me, you need this minute more than she does.
It seemed like ages passed by. Sam was still looking at me like a deer caught in headlights, not sure what to do or say. It got to a point where I turned on my heel, heading for the empty bedroom. Maybe what I said was entirely wrong, and that given everything that had just happened, it was the worst possible thing I could say. But it was the truth.
Before I knew what hit me, she whirled m...