Jake got up, stormed away from the table, and shook his head. What had he been thinking when he did that? The truth was nothing. Or well, he was. He was thinking about the look he saw on Rachel’s face, how she thought she was odd, and fuck if he didn’t want to change it. He wanted to convince her that she wasn’t odd, that she was beautiful, and that any man would be lucky to have her. So, he kissed her. However, the fucked up part of his mind was also speaking up and he was using all of that as an excuse. He kissed her, in part, because he wanted to. There was no denying that, just like he couldn’t deny that even a simple kiss, like what they shared, got his blood going. And damn it all to hell, he wanted more. But when it came to that woman, he knew better, he always wanted more. He stormed to the living room and ran his hands through his hair as he stared outside. Right now, after something like that, he would love to be outside, taking in
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