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    I do love Sam dont I?

    Lying on my side with Frankies arms around me, I pulled the covers up under my chin and bite my lip, staring at the mirror in the corner, I can see her move in to place a gentle kiss on my shoulder. Closing my eyes I think how good this feels, how right it feels, and yet how wrong it is. My thoughts drift to Sam and I suddenly feel bad. “I need to go.” I say in a quiet voice “she will be wondering where I am.” I feel Frankie’s grip loosen and I take the opportunity to slip out from under the covers. I can feel her eyes boring into my back as I walk towards the door, excitement flickered followed quickly by guilt, to afraid to turn round for fear she might see the tears that prick my eyes I paused at the door, bow my head and whisper “I’m sorry.”

    I shower and dress quickly, thankful that she left me alone ; stepping out into the cold November air I pulled her collar up against the wind that always blows its way through the narrow streets of Glasgow. Walking briskly to nowhere in particular I find myself at a small café, stepping inside I noticed the waitress looking bored reading a magazine at the counter. “Can I have a coffee please?” The girl looks up slowly then looks me up and down with distain “sit in or take away” she mutters, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “Sit in please” the thought of being polite to this girl grates me but I remained composed. “Sit down ill bring it over” the waitress says going back to her magazine and making no attempt to move. I can’t believe the arrogance of the woman and stand there momentarily open mouthed before moving to the table in the corner. I ease myself in at the window and unbuttoned my coat, hearing my phone I lift my bag to the table and rifled through it frantically. “Maybe it was Frankie?” and again that old familiar excitement rose inside me. Slightly disappointed that the call was from Sam I allow my thumb to hover over the call buttons. “What would I say to her? What if she asks me where i’ve been? Could I lie to her? She knew I was lying before” I press the busy tone and drop the phone on the table. Feeling guilty I stared out of the grimy window and watched the traffic. The waitress, clearly having finished her riveting read, brings my coffee over; sliding it onto the table with such force it slopped over the side. “£1.20” she says through a mouthful of gum. Biting my tongue, I thanked her, handed over the cash and turn back to the window. “Could I pretend this didn’t happen?… I knew it would, right from the moment she came back I knew she would manage to get around me,…. why can’t I just stay away? I thought id moved on. I love Sam but I want Frankie. ….I DO love Sam…don’t I? I’m sure I do, she’s kind honest and all the things Frankie isn’t…but with Frankie it’s spontaneous, fun and dangerous…” Fighting tears I look at the coffee, pick up the spoon and stir it nonchalantly staring at the liquid swirling in the cup, my phone bleeps, a message this time, its from her I scoop the phone up heart racing with anticipation as I wait for the message to open:

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