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too tense to derive any pleasure of her own from any of it, but Jason made it
clear that it was important to him, and in the end she faked it. She'd never
done that with him before, and it made her feel guilty. Still, it would be
worth it in the end.
Afterward they lay quietly for a while, and then he spoke. "When we
were talking, earlier --" He stopped, and started again. "I know you don't
like big cities," he said. "It was pretty obvious you were just saying that
because I was talking about moving. I just want you to know that if I do go,
I don't want you to follow me. You should stay here and get your degree."
"I don't know if that's really what I want to do anymore."
"You can't give up your dreams just to be with me," he argued. "They're
too important."
"Well, our relationship is important, too."
He was quiet for a while, and finally the phrase she had been waiting
for came. "I really do care for you, Melly."
Not trusting to anything she might say this time, she simply leaned over
and kissed him. He returned it, but disengaged rather quickly.
"But I think that maybe we should stop seeing each other, at least for a
while."
Melanie wanted to scream. "You love me but you don't want to see me
anymore. Jason, you make no sense."
"I didn't say I loved you."
She felt ice spreading through her body. "What?"
"I said I cared for you. I do. But I'm not ready to fall in love with
anybody right now."
She sat up. This wasn't right. He couldn't mean that. He had said he
loved her, she remembered the words exactly. Or had that been a dream?
Suddenly she wasn't sure.
"It's not anything personal," he continued. "I just can't put that kind
of trust in anyone right now."
 She looked at him leaning against the headboard, trying to see his
expression. The moonlight edged his rumpled hair in a silver halo, but his
face was dark. "I'm not asking you to trust anyone; I'm asking you to trust
me. I've never given you a reason to think you couldn't trust me, not ever."
"Really? You've been pretending enthusiasm for Chicago all night."
"How do you know I wasn't serious?"
"What, overnight Chicago went from being the second-worst place on the
planet to being the city of your dreams? Fine. Are you also going to try to
tell me you had a real orgasm tonight?" His voice was ironic and cruel. "You
promised that you wouldn't ever fake it with me; where did that go?"
"I don't see how it matters whether I did or not. You're the one who
just said he doesn't love me -- why do you even care?"
"Hey, you want to fake orgasms till you're blue in the face, that's fine
with me. But I'm not going to stay around and watch, thanks." He stood up
and began pulling on his jeans.
"Oh, that'll solve everything. Duck and run at the first sign of
emotional attachment." She was half-yelling at him now, and trying
desperately not to cry.
"That's not what I'm doing. I'm getting out of a relationship before it
turns sour and we both regret it." He sat on the edge of the bed to pull on