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Sugar, spice and everything nice ...Or not

Sugar, spice and everything nice ...Or not

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"The hard way?" "Yes. You could either: a, agree to dance with me, or b, walk away. I'll get your cellphone number or even your address somehow from a guest, the bride or groom, who might I mention, is my cousin. Afterwards, I will call you and send flowers, chocolates, and whatever else women like to your address everyday till you agree to dance with me" he paused and took a sip of his champagne "once again, it's your choice. Either is fine by me. Now, I'll ask again. Would you like to dance with me?" He put out a hand, in anticipation of a positive response....
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Twelve years ago, he drove away with my heart in his hands. I've moved on since then. Or so I thought. Growing up in a small town, there weren't too many options when it came to friends. But, even in a sea of a million, I'd always choose Jake Jameson. I felt safe with him. Safe with my secrets, my dreams and eventually - my heart. I thought we'd have forever together. That was a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten those piercing blue eyes and the sound of his laugh. I tried to obliterate the memory of his touch from my mind. But, one single glance, as he stands at my door, twelve years later, and I'm suddenly transported back to a simpler time when love was easy, and my heart was whole. The problem? I'm marrying his best friend.

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