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Past
As Rex looked at Bree Mason, he thought that this was the moment he wanted to say it.

He remembered the first time that he had seen her, her introduction after the Young Republicans meeting. He'd been amazed that this lovely girl could be so similar in political mind and not have some type of self-serving agenda to begin talking to him.

He remembered the first time that he had kissed her. He had been aiming for her cheek, but a twist of fate's faulty maneuvering had caused him to miss and catch her lips with his. And, it felt so good that he had wondered if he'd just accidentally found the right way to kiss and that he'd been doing it wrong with all of the girls before Bree.

He remembered the first time that he had realized that he loved her. It had been the previous week when he had been dropping her off at the dorm room. It had begun to pour down rain halfway through their walk, and he had held her close to him as they ran. They had been soaked, regardless. As he looked at her wet and cold form, the hair, face, and clothes all wet and dripping, he had realized that he wanted to cover her from the rain, not just because he was trying to be a gentleman, or to try to be nice to his girlfriend, but, because he wanted to protect and comfort her.

But, now, as he looked at Bree, he knew that he didn't want to hold it in any more. Bree turned her head, having felt his intent gaze on her.

She moved her lips close to his ear and whispered, "What are you staring at?"

He looked at her and said, "The woman that I love."

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Present

Maisy was such a tease, that she made what should have been idle conversation to smooth out client relations seem taunting. "You know what I think?"

"Hmmm?" Rex said, not wanting to argue before his encounter. He didn't need to pay for that.

"You don't really want to leave her."

"Please don't psychoanalyze me."

Please don't let me ponder my wife and marriage while I do this.

"You're still in love with her."

"I never said I wasn't."

I just never tell her that I still am, anymore.