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“That’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
He waits.
“I didn’t.”
His brow furrows. “Didn’t what?”
“Sleep with him.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want to.”
“Okay.”
I should stop there. Instead, the whiskey makes me reckless. “I haven’t slept with anyone.”
Dane goes completely still and his glass stops halfway to his mouth.
I immediately regret everything. “Don’t.”
His eyes stay on me. “You’ve never…”
“Don’t make it weird.”
He puts his glass down. “I’m trying very fucking hard not to make it anything.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like that.”
His eyes drag over my face. “Trying to figure out how you made it to twenty-five without…ya know.”
My embarrassment turns to irritation. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Didn’t say there was.”
“I’ve had opportunities. Men have wanted to sleep with me.”
His jaw tightens. “Don’t need details.”
That catches me. I lean back against the couch. “Are you jealous?”
“No.”
“You look jealous.”
“Don’t like thinking about other men touching my wife.”
Heat rolls through me. “Fake wife.”
His eyes meet mine. “Keep saying it.”
