“Benji, we need to talk.” Charlotte walked around her desk, putting the space between her and her boyfriend. She looked at him tenderly and her hands reached for his. He exchanged her looks and their fingers entwined over the desk. “Honey now, it’s been almost 2 months between us. I know 6 weeks of that we agreed to an open ended relationship and saw others but we chose each other when things got too much to handle.” He nodded along.

“I know how it went, Charlie,” He was always one to worm toward the point quickly.

“Well, I’m not getting any younger,” She continued, “I just need to set my priorities straight. I care a lot for you…”

“But...?” But she needed a man to settle down with. Not the hot shot doctor who took her to yacht clubs. She didn’t love him, she’d resolved after thinking long and hard over a quart of World Class Chocolate.

“I think it would be best for us both if we stopped seeing one another.” She smiled softly and sensitively.

“No, it’s not.” Her face faltered. His genuine smile shocked her. He looked as cool and under control as he always was. Not the guy who’d just been broken up with.

“Yes, Benny. I’m breaking up with you.” Her smile was lost.

“No, no you’re not, baby.” His cool air never diminished, but Charlotte’s frustration grew.

“Yes, Benji. I want to break up.” Her voice rose.

“No you don’t.” His head was cocked to the side slightly and added to the smile he was adorable. If only he wasn’t force feeding her words back to her.

“Yes. Benji Andrew,” She pulled out his middle name for effect, “I’m breaking up with you. You don’t have a say at this point.”

“Of course I do. And we have reservations.”

“Cancel them, Ben, because I’m breaking up with you. I just don’t love you Ben and I--”

“Are you really that far off?” It was like he was haggling for antiques, not their relationship.

“Benjimen Locke, you can not do this. You can’t twist what I’m trying to do.” She wasn’t yelling but her face betrayed her true frustration. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s not what you really want.” Cool. She admired that cool air he gave off, though now she hated it.

“Yes, yes it is Ben. And you cannot pin this conflict we’re having on me. You’re fighting what we both know to be true. We’re not--” She ranted on and on losing track of her thoughts and just voicing any opinion. By the time she was done, she’d climbed atop her desk, her skirt riding high on her thighs so she could kneel in his face, a finger shakingly pointed in his face. She paused. Charlie was never one to be brash and, or bold with her words but she was angry, though, slightly doubting her overall decision. Strange.

“..You freak.” She felt her rant wrapping up, “Why can’t you fight for this like a normal human being?! If you want our relationship to go on, then TELL ME! Grovel, beg, bribe. Oh, I could rip that look right off your face!” Her face was barely a nose and a half from his.

There was a pause and she wondered if her sudden anger induced conclusion was wrong. His head, still in that adorable cock to the side straightened.

“I love you.” His words were softly spoken and though the cool look never left his face, his voice betrayed emotion. She snapped, grabbing the sides of his head to spit her last words into his face before throwing him out of her office.

Her words betrayed her. “God, I love you too.”