Where were we

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Dallons pov:

I wouldn't say I'm ignoring Brendon, just avoiding him. The other night really had me thinking. Me and Spencer are I the same city again and we both have a stable job. I know I can't be thinking like this, especially since me and Brendon are planning our wedding. But, maybe I'm getting cold feet.

I can't stop thinking about Spencer though. All the time me and him spent together. He really was my best friend and love of my life. If our jobs didn't get in the way of our relationship we might still be together. I miss the way he smelled when I was kissing him. I miss how romantic he was. 

Brendon's always sexy and lustful. But, Spencer was the slow sappy romantic kind of guy. He would have flower petals leading to the bed and a bottle of champagne while romantic music played in the background. 

Now I'm not saying I don't love Brendon. I'm just saying I don't want to make the wrong choice. I turn around once I get to the end of the forest and walk back to the house. I walk into the room and Brendon is on the phone with one of the girls he met at the hospital.

He was asking her to be Zacks date for the wedding. I walk up behind Brendon and wrap my arms around his chest. I look at Brendon and ask, "So Zack's going to be a part of the wedding?" "Yes," Brendon says turning around in his chair, "He's going to be my best man." Brendon kisses me then stands up.

I miss his soft lips. I need to kiss them some more to remind me why I fell in love with him. I pull him into me and slowly kiss him. His lips are soft and taste of pepper mint chapstick. As our lips open I sneak my tongue into his mouth. I play with his tongue as he slips it into my mouth. I love the way he tastes. 'mmm' I moan as I slowly let my hand creep its way down Brendon's back till I find his butt. I squeeze his ass and Brendon moans.

"Well," Zack says standing up, "I should leave and let you kids have some alone time." I almost forgot Zack was in the room. Brendon apologizes and escorts Zack out of the house. He walks back towards me, takes his shirt off and grabs me by mine. "Now where were we?" he asks.

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