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I tried to convince myself it was in the spirit of disclosure, but I really just wanted a good reason not to go back to that fucking office ever again, and Tria telling me I couldn’t was as good an option as any. I was willing to try something a lot more drastic if needed.
“It’s working.” She let out a long sigh before dropping down onto the couch next to me. “I don’t think it would be very professional for a therapist to treat you after…after that.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Liam,” Tria sighed again.
I didn’t respond.
“Liam?”
When I still didn’t respond, she grabbed my arm and tried to turn me to look at her.
“Did you…?”
“I said almost,” I reminded her.
Tria went still and silent for a moment as she glared at me. I looked down at my hands and twisted my fingers around each other.
“You’re serious,” she said. “When was this?”
I looked over and realized she feared the worst.
“Long before you ever moved in with me,” I said.
She huffed a breath out her nose.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m trying to decide if I can believe you,” she said honestly.
I rolled my eyes at her.
“At this point, do you really think there is anything I’d bother to lie to you about? You’ve seen my worst. I don’t think there’s much point in hiding anything else.”
“I can’t argue with you there,” Tria admitted.
“It was before we were together,” I said, “but I knew you. I already…well…I think…”
I sighed again. Whether she had seen my worst or not, talking about another woman to Tria was awkward to say the least.
“What?” Tria demanded.
“I saw her at the bar. She came on to me, and I took her into the locker room to fuck her. My dick was already pretty much obsessed with you and wouldn’t even consider giving her a chance.”
I looked her in the eyes.
“Nothing happened,” I told her. “My cock is a moody little bastard, and even back then, he only wanted to work for you.”
“Little?” Tria raised a brow.
I copied the motion and added a smirk.
“Figure of speech,” I said.
Tria shook her head but didn’t seem pissed anymore. I scooted over to her again and tossed an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. I trailed my fingers over her cheek, and Tria’s slipped her hand up my arm to grip my bicep. Our lips met briefly and softly, and when we parted, our eyes remained locked for some time.
The moody little bastard must have heard us talking about him because he thought it was a pretty good time to make himself a little more conspicuous.
