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Laurel
“I love you,” I kissed his lips, “too.”
I’d gotten up early, intent on going to Dillon’s to talk. When I’d woken up, my head aching and my eyes puffy from crying, I’d felt bad about making him leave yesterday when he’d wanted to explain, and telling him I didn’t trust him.
I’d been emotional and extremely upset, but shutting down and running away was no way to deal with a problem. That was a lesson I should have learned after years of doing just that with Travis.
So, I’d decided to work on changing my way of dealing with relationship conflict and go see Dillon so we could work it all out.
I was totally unprepared to walk into my living room and see Dillon standing there, his eyes bloodshot as if he’d gotten no sleep, holding about three dozen daisies in his hands. His apolo
