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I laugh out loud and repeat his words. “To new beginnings and non-depressing dates.”

* * *

Stace

We are seated at a bar in a cocktail lounge. It’s late, around 2am. We have had way too much to drink, but I don’t want to go home. Because then I have to let her go and knowing that I can’t even do what I want when we do get home only adds to the torture. Her lifeline was a dream of a respectable date, and damn it, I am going to give it to her if it’s the last thing I do.

I get to kiss her goodnight.

Once.

Only once.

We have talked and laughed with ease and I am surprised at just how much we have in common.

She may just be the coolest chick I have ever met.

A song comes on and I hold my hand out for her. “Would you like to dance?”

She smiles sexily. “You said you don’t dance?”

“I don’t dance on drug ships.”

“Only on dates?” she whispers in surprise.

I throw her a wink. “Only on special dates.”

We make our way to the dance floor and the song changes to some weird song I haven’t heard before.

Play that song

The one that makes me go all night long

The one that makes me think of you

That’s all you gotta do.

* * *

We sway to the music and she smiles up at me. “Look at you, dancing all date-like.”

I shake my head with a grin and twirl her away from me violently and she laughs out loud.

“Stop talking, you’re distracting my moves,” I reply as I twirl her again.

We come close again and she looks lovingly up at me.

“What is this weird, hippy song?” I ask.

“I don’t know, but it’s my new favorite.” She smiles innocently.

I stare down at her and so many emotions run through me, but the overwhelming one is regret.

Regret for what I did to her.

Regret for how we met.

Regret that this feeling she gives me can’t go on forever.