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    Who’s Shane McCutchoen?

    Continuation of Carmen’s POV: 

     I reach out my hand and take her cheek in my hands and she leans against my hand to get more contact. 

     "I am sooo sorry Shane…I should have actually listened to what you had to say. I was being stupid and stubborn" 

     "NO you weren’t! I understand….why you were mad…I should have been braver about what I am doing here" 

     "Okay then! we are both sorry! now let me take care of this mess…." Shane opened her mouth to protest….but I shut her off…"If you accept my apology then you will let me take care of you" and I offer my best smile…."deal…only if you would let me do whatever I want to you after I get better…shit..that sounded dirty…I didn’t mean it that way…." Shane is flustered again…

     "I know what you meant…you can have your way after you get better" I offer her my best smile, and she gives me her trademark lopsided grin. 

     Shane’s POV:

     Thank god….Carmen actually came to get me. I didn’t expect her to come at all…I cannot believe now i am in the same room as her and she’s cleaning up my mess. I feel kind of uncomfortable….because "I have never had anyone do these kind of things for me." 

     shit! I just said it out loud…..I hope Carmen didn’t hear me…but shit! now she’s looking at me….but she doesn’t look at me with accusing or questioning eyes…her brown eyes are soo peaceful they don’t make me feel pressurized….although I am not much of a talker….with this girl I feel like talking…she seems like she actually has genuine interest in what I have to say….other girls just don’t seem to care…and some of them pretend to care to show me that they care about me….but unfortunately I can see right through them…..

     "You know….I thought you would leave….and never come back." I say quietly….she doesn’t get mad that I am accusing her to leaving me…she just nods understandingly….her eyes are so soft…I feel like getting lost in them….

     "and why would you think I wouldn’t come back?"

     TBC

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