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"No, no..." Sami's words trail away as she shakes her head.
It's been a little over three months since the incident at the bar and seeing the hurt in Sami's expression and the tears on her cheeks, I know I made the wrong choice that night. I won't do the same tonight.
The bourbon burns as I take a long sip.
The alcohol doesn't dull her pain, but it helps calm my rage at myself and her no-good asshole ex.
Ex as in she left her engagement ring on the kitchen counter of her condo before coming here.
Even half-wasted, Sami is adorable. I love the way her long, wavy hair becomes curly in the summer's heat. She hates it. She always has, but I can't stop myself from reaching out and tweaking a long chestnut curl, just to watch it bounce.
"Stop it!" she says, pulling away and la
