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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐢𝐬&𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Beau’s hand resting on one side of my waist gave everything away. I hadn’t even noticed his hand there. I turned and saw Mike coming up the stairs toward the entrance, where Beau and I were standing. I felt him grab my waist and pull me toward him.

“Good evening, sweetheart”—the emphasis on the term of endearment was like acid on his tongue, followed by a kiss that nearly suffocated me. Feeling his lips hadn’t been the same for a long time.

“Mike, we need to talk,” I said, not knowing what hurt more: Beau’s piercing glare at the two of us or Mike, who was about to explode.

“I agree.” “Let’s go inside, honey!” he says, pulling me into my own house. I look at Beau, my eyes screaming “I’m sorry,” and just say, “I’ll call you.” He understands, but I don’t see him anymore as soon as I open my door and Mike slams it in his face.

“What the hell was that?”

– Do you really want to talk about the only guy I was with that night because you ran away from your responsibilities as a boyfriend yet again? God, Mike, I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve let me down.

– Great, change the subject like you always do, but I’m not blind—and I’m certainly not stupid! That jerk was holding your waist and looking at you like you were the last woman on Earth!

– At least I have someone who pays attention to me, for the first time in the months I’ve been dating you. – I say firmly.

I see him take a deep breath, as if the explosion had already erupted. – Did you sleep with him?

– What?

– Tell me now, S/N, did you sleep with him?

Things were already out of control, and what made it even worse was that he thought I’d cheated on him. The worst part of all is that he didn’t realize what a mess he’d been making for months, and I was the one to blame for not putting an end to it. I gasp before answering:

– Oh. You’re a total asshole.

– Is that all you can say?

– I’m tired of answering you, you idiot! Damn it, you show up here with that attitude and tone of yours, accusing me of doing the one thing I’ve been dying to do. Don’t you even want to know how the event I organized went? I spent weeks telling you about this opportunity, and all you have the nerve to do is accuse me?

– You always do this! You want to accuse me of being this or that, but you don’t even realize when you tell me to my face that you want to sleep with my boss—are you crazy?

– Yes, I’m completely crazy for being with someone who, for months, hasn’t even noticed I exist! You’re the reason for my biggest problems. And I couldn’t care less if you’re hurt. I’m done with this! This relationship is never going to go anywhere.

– So that’s it? It all ends on just some random night?

– No, Mike. All this shit ends after months of realizing how mediocre and selfish you are! You’ve never supported me in absolutely anything, and you never will. I’m wasting my time with you.

– Great, go ahead. I wasted a lot of time with you thinking we’d have a future, but spending your whole life grading books isn’t going to get you anywhere! If you think your failed life is going to get better after I’m gone, you’re wrong!

All I can think about is throwing a vase within my reach at him. The vase broke, but his face didn’t—unfortunately. That was enough for him to yell that I was crazy and slam the door, walking out of my house and my life forever. I feel my heart racing and my hands shaking from the adrenaline of the fight, but a wave of relief also washes over my chest. It’s over. Shit, it’s really all over. I see my phone with a message in the notification bar:

Beau Arlen: I’m here if you need me! When you’re feeling better, let’s grab some coffee together.

And that was enough for me to sit down on the floor and completely break down.

3 months later

I was standing in front of the police station. I’d been sitting on a bench out front. Arms crossed, standing tall. Ever since I got a promotion at the publishing house, I’ve picked up a few new habits. I watch some police officers come out, laughing, others silent, just thinking about what to do when they get home. Until Mike comes out. I look at him, and he looks back at me. A smile spreads across his face. I no longer feel anything for that smile because, miraculously, it wasn’t meant for me. The blonde who was a few steps behind me runs up to him and jumps into his lap. The two of them smile at each other and head toward the parking lot.

I feel the evening breeze until I sense that familiar presence coming my way. Beau. There he was, with his broad shoulders and beautiful arms, standing tall, yet I can see his body is at ease. It’s my turn to walk toward him, a wide smile on my face as I go to hug him. He pulls me into his arms right away, and I laugh

– Good evening, Sheriff Arlen

POV: The reader went to her cabin to spend the summer and ended up meeting her neighbor, Dean Winchester.