She had been flirting with me or at least being suggestive towards me. It was actually quite irritating if I was honest with myself. Amanda had made the first move on me, then threw the brakes on. She had acted jealous about the others when she turned me down. She also came to my flat looking like dinner, dessert, and a snack all in one, knowing how I felt about her. And now these comments. Amanda was my perfect woman, but I could move on from her if it wasn't going to happen.

But not if she didn't let me move on.

"I'm gonna go practice," I said, stacking the...