"For what?" I ask in confusion, gesturing at the food. "I should be thanking you."
"For giving this a chance, for not telling me to get the hell out," he answers seriously before playfully adding, "for groping me in your sleep…"
"I did not!"
"Sure you did…" He laughs and then mutters, "Best sex I've had in a long time."
I narrow my eyes at him, and he concedes, admitting I did no such thing. His words – even the teasing ones – warm me in ways I'd forgotten, reminding me of the long conversations we had all night.
I feel… hope.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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This makes me goofy smile.
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