“We're not through, I still hate you." “I can fix that. But not by going to dinner and talking more." “Then how? What do you think we should do?"

“Fuck. She said it with a sweet smile and so matter-of-factly that it took my brain a few seconds to catch up.

"Huh?"

“Come on. Don't tell me you weren't thinking this ‘date' might end up in the bedroom."

“Well I might have thought... I mean-"

“David," she interrupted.

"This is me. And this is you. Fucking is what we do best." She leaned her torso forward, causing the neckline to droop and give me a wonderful view of her fabulous cleavage.

This couldn't be that simple. Could it? “And then what?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

“And then we get back together." “That easy? You think I'm that easy?" "Yes," Amber giggled.

“We're soulmates David. We belong together."

"Do we? It's been three years Amber. People change. I've changed. What if the people we are today aren't compatible anymore?"

“Climb into this bed and we'll find out," she husked saucily.

“I'm serious!"

“I am too." She was rubbing her own cheek and grinding her thighs together.

“David... please. I need you. I haven't had sex in a year and I NEED you."

She beckoned me to her and I walked closer to the bed.

“What if we don't work out?" I asked.

“We will. I know it. Do you think I would have picked up my entire life and career and come back here if I didn't know we belonged together?" She had a conviction in her voice.

“Did you have a plan? Did you really think you could just show up and win me back?"

“Well, I had some confidence in my skills at persuasion," Amber turned and let the strap of her tank top slide off her shoulder as she batted her eyelashes at me, then reached a hand out towards me.

“Come on David, turn off your brain and come to bed."

I let her take my hand and pull me beside her. Amber was a beautiful siren and I wondered if she was drawing me in to my doom. My body screamed at me to join her. But still my head held me back.

Love is supposed to be fun. Love is supposed to be easy. And if you find that you're working too hard to try and force it to happen, then it probably shouldn't be happening. For whatever reason, I still wasn't comfortable. And that was all that mattered.

“Amber, we can't go back to the way we were." I took her hands and pulled them off my body, leaning away.

“We broke up. That life is over. We can't go back. I'm sorry."