Jess Dee

You don__ fucking get it, do you, Sparks?_ Out of sheer frustration, Ben thwacked the wall with his hand. Hard. So hard his palm stung. __ love you. I am so goddamned, madly in love with you, I can__ see straight._ Ben__ voice resonated through the offices, echoed in his own ears. __ou__e the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I imagine before I fall asleep. I dream about you. Every single night. I live to see you, at the office, at home, anywhere. I just need to see your face. Hold your body. Touch your skin. I need you, Mel. More than I need air. You can__ walk away from me. You can__ love someone else._ He gulped in a breath and almost choked on the emotion clogging his throat, so when he spoke again his voice was scratchy, and much, much softer. __ screwed up. I made you choose. And I__ sorry. So desperately, pathetically sorry for that. But I can__ let you go. I can__ let him have you, because you__e mine. You were made for me, like I was made for you. We__e two peas in a pod, sweetness. We__e the same, you and I. We__e meant to be together.