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“Why am I here then?” I ask him, because yes, I am hurt that he rejected him.

“I want to talk to you,” he says, still not bothering to look at me.

“Have we not done that enough? I don’t want to keep fighting with you, Gomes.” I move to place my hand of his on the steering wheel and it stops him from his movement.

“I don’t want to talk. I just want you,” I whisper. He turns to look at me, focusing on just my eyes as he holds my stare.

“Come with me this weekend,” he tells me, still holding my stare.

“It's Thanksgiving weekend, I...