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.I wouldprove it to myself.She was just like therest of them.She just was the prettiestone.No big deal.I would get to knowher and I bet within a day, I would bedone with her.She wasn t Selah.Selahhas been long gone.Dead for over2,000 years.Grace was just a regulargirl.I would give her my smile.She'd talk about getting her nails done.She probably was still in college,making a career out of it, until shemeets Mr.Money, the guy who wouldtake care of her.She probably tweetsabout each time she uses the bathroom and posts a Facebook status of herlocation for each hour.Never feltheartache, never lost anyone, and sureas hell doesn t know what it s like inhell.She would end the night with herlegs wrapped around me, telling mewhat a great singer I was, and howmany children she would like to havewith me.She would have alreadypicked out their names.I would tell herI didn t do relationships, I didn t dolove, flowers or Hallmark cards.Iwouldn t even sit through a chick flick.I was deathly allergic to them.Shewould have tears in her eyes, but theywouldn't fall.Because she would haveknown, because I would have told herbefore I slept with her, that I didn't do any of that shit and she wouldn t be theone to change me.Nobody can.Andshe would pretend to care, but allalong, she would get what she wanted.To sleep with the singer and leadguitarist of Mad World.She wouldhave bragging rights to tell all herfriends.That was all that beautifulpackage would be made up of.Fuck,I m ranting in my own head.What if she was more?I stopped myself right before Irang Lea s doorbell.I worked myself upso much I was panting.I wanted to tellGrace off.I wanted to walk right into herroom and.I stopped.I turned aroundand walked back down the front steps.Ipushed myself over to the pavement of the sidewalk and down the street.I walked the two blocks betweenour apartment buildings like a madman.Icouldn t understand what was happeningto me.Why was this girl getting undermy skin? I couldn t even complete a fullthought.I jogged up my front steps andopened the lobby door to my place.Thewarm stale air made me feel heavy andslow.I lumbered down the hallway tomy apartment and unlocked the door.Iwent straight to the bar and pouredmyself a whiskey.I slammed it back andstared at the empty glass in my hands.Irefilled the little fucker and left it on thecounter. Making my way to the bathroom,I ran the shower, needing to clear myhead.After stripping off my clothes, Istepped into the hot stream and let thewater run over my face, closing my eyestight.But the shower did shit to clearmy mind, because the minute I closed myeyes, those stunning silver eyes weresearing into my conscious, refusing to beforgotten or pushed aside.I slammed my hands flat againstthe slick wet tiles of the shower androared like a caged animal.The griefthreatened to choke me; it welled in mychest and tore at my heart.Jumping outof the shower, I slid over the wet tiles ofthe floor and crashed my body up againstthe wall.I needed another drink. Still dripping wet, I stormed intothe kitchen, gulped down the other shotof whiskey and tossed the glass in thesink.Then I went back, grabbed the restof the bottle of whiskey, and carried itinto my bedroom.With the full bottle, I played myguitar until the sun rose.I drifted off tosleep sometime after.I dreamt of silver eyes, soft lips,and silky black hair that smelled ofwildflowers after the rain.I woke up with a hauntingmelody in my head that curled its notesaround every inch of her soft naked bodythat had haunted my dreams.Great.Nowshe was my muse. Chapter 3I showered and dressed fasterthan I ever thought was humanlypossible.I put on running clothes, hopingthat Conner would be up for a workout.We jogged together every morning, evenif he had stayed at Lea s.When I thought about it, for thepast few months I walked over to Lea'sapartment almost every morning to meetup with Conner to run and have coffee.Ihadn't realized how serious Conner musthave been getting with Lea.Then again,I hadn t thought about anything otherthan my music and my dick.Anythingelse hurt too damn much.I couldn t even begin to comprehend why the hell Iwas let go from my prison in hell andplaced on earth again.And I sure as helldidn t understand why I was stuck inShane Maxton s body.I snatched a handful of aspirin tohelp kill the dull throbbing in my headand heard voices.I walked into thekitchen and found Ethan sitting at thetable with Tucker, eating sandwiches.Ethan, Conner, and I wereroommates, so it wasn t odd that Ethanwas sitting at the table.Tucker sittingthere was strange.He lived down thehallway in the apartment next door, withAlex and Brayden.His old man ownedour building.That s why we got awaywith all the crap we did.Tucker usually never came over though; he was such aslob that we never invited him.Last timehe was here, he burnt an enormous holein our leather couch when he lit a Cubancigar.We were cleaning ashes up fordays after.The jackass didn't evensmoke; he just wanted to flaunt the cigar,and how expensive it was in everyone sface.I nodded to the two of them andgrabbed a bottle of water from therefrigerator.Tucker was going on and onabout some hottie he met last night, I'mtotally serious.I think I found my firstwife! Ethan was shaking his headwhile laughing with his mouth full of food.Tucker took another bite of hissandwich, and started talking andchewing at the same time. I mean it.Sheis so beautiful.and she's nice; reallynice.She's not anything like the gang ofblonde bedbugs Alex brought home lastnight! I popped the aspirin in my mouth,cracked open the water bottle, andgulped some down half listening toTucker s story.Ethan swallowed what was inhis mouth and nudged his head at Tucker,looking at me. Hey, Shane
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