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She opened the door to her apartment as Gomes stood behind holding the baby in his arms. I wasn't sure what was the plan, but staying in this one bedroom apartment was not it.

"Sorry for the mess. I haven't had time to clean up," she says as she picks the clothes from the couch.

I gave her a smile. I didn't know if I pitied her or wanted to be her. Maybe my brain is being stupid again, but I wonder what it's like for her to be a teenage mom. Did she have to drop out of school? Are her parents being supportive? --Maybe not since she lives alone with the baby in this apartment.

She led Gomes to the back so he could put the baby on the bed. There were barely any pictures on the walls and the only two that I found were of her and Gomes and the other of her holding the baby. She didn't have a television and there was barely any food in the fridge. I didn't mean to snoop, but they hadn't returned and it felt like hours had gone by.

I found myself walking towards the hallway they had last disappeared into and then the door that separated our bodies. I wasn't sure why I wasn't knocking, and instead I bent and got my ear close to the door so I could listen.

"When did you start living in this place?" I heard him ask her. I couldn't see them. I didn't know how far apart they were and whether they were holding hands or not.

"It's been a few weeks now."

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice sounded so strained.

"You're moving here next month then we can get a place together or move into your parents house."

"Holly..." he trails.

"She misses her dad sleeping beside her."

"Holly..."

"What? Is that not the plan anymore?" She raises her voice.

"Keep it down. The baby is asleep."

"Is it for the baby's sake or for your girlfriend's?" She didn't sound happy and I could tell she was on the brink of tears.

"What is with you?"

"We talked about getting back together and now it feels like you're breaking your promise to me. It's just not fair, Prinse."

I didn't mean to make a sound, but I did and they went silent. I quickly turned around and made my way back to the lounge. A few seconds later, the both of them returned.

The one word that kept replaying on my mind as I looked at Gomes was 'Girlfriend'. Is that what I am to him now?

"I'll hail a cab to come fetch you and the baby tomorrow morning for breakfast," he tells her as he places his hand in mine.

"You're leaving?" She asks bewildered.

"We can't stay the night here. There's not enough rooms."

"Just stay for a few more minutes. Do you want some juice?" She looked at me as she asked the question.

"Another day, Holly," Gomes tells her and she nods sadly.

"It was nice to see you... again," I say as I allow him to drag me out the door.

"She still loves you," I whisper. We were still outside, in front of her apartment, waiting for the taxi to pull up.

"I know," he admits.

"Do you still love her?" I ask. He turns to look at me. He didn't have his usual spectacles today, just those hideous round ones that don't seem to fit his frame.

"What answer would make you happier?" He asks.

"No." I look down as I focus on the gravel underneath his feet. "But we both know that would be a lie." I decide then to look up so I can meet his gaze.

"What is it that you feel for me, Gomes?" I ask.

"You're full of questions tonight," he says instead.

"Are you not going to answer?"

"I like you. You know this already." The taxi then pulled up and he opened the door for me to go in first.

We got dropped in front of his late parents house. It was pretty modern with the french windows and doors. I felt small standing in the middle of the hallway as he went to hang the keys behind the cupboard door.

"Chloe said you've never brought her back here," I say and he nods.

"So is Holly the only girl that has been here?" I ask curiously.

"Not at all. Jordan and Cassandra lived here for most of their childhood and now you're here." He laughed. I guess this was funny to him, but since now I was here, in the same place he onced lived as a little boy, I felt like he had shared his whole world with me.

"Thanks for bringing me here," I say as I look around. "I want to see your room."

"For?" He asked curiously.

"I need to compare it to your room back home." I had already started for the stairs when I heard his footsteps tailing me.

"I haven't been back here in years so..." He trails as I open the door to his room.

"There is a story here," I mumbled, mostly talking to myself as I went inside. There was a family picture on the bedside table and on his bed was a stuffed animal.

"I see Cass got her beauty from your mom," I say, grabbing the picture to inspect it further.

He hums affirmatively. He takes the picture from my hold and puts it face down on the table.

"And now?" I ask.

"I just want to get lost in you right now." He nibbles on the nook of my neck.

"Gomes..."

"I want to have sex with you, Rossita."

"Right now?" I ask abruptly.

"Well... that was what I was getting to," he says as he shifts back to take a look at me. "We don't have to."

"No. Give me a few minutes to recollect my thoughts." My brain was doing what it does best, rummaging through all possible scenarios that could happen.

"You're doing that thing you do with your face again," he tells me.

"I am?"

He nods affirmatively. "I'm going to go downstairs and grab a drink, you want some water?"

"No, just bring me what you're going to have," I say.

"No, you're not drinking."

"But I need one so I can relax, you know..." I bop my head towards the bed so he can get the picture.

"How about I don't go downstairs, then we both don't get a drink." He wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me in. "We don't have to go all the way," he whispers in my ear.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask curiously.

He lets his hands move down to my ass and gently squeezes it. "Something like this."

I squeal a little before getting myself together. "I need a little more show and tell to get a clear picture," I say, grabbing his face and pulling it close to mine.

"And maybe a little bit of..." He bites my bottom lip, slipping his tongue in mine and I immediately gasp.

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