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“That’s what I said.”

He smiles.

“Bathtub made you cocky.”

“Halloween started it.”

The smile fades.

There it is.

The thing we’ve been circling for two weeks.

I look back down at the cake, unable to meet his gaze.

“You said we’d see how brave I was when you got home.”

“I’ve been home three days.” He clears his throat.

“I noticed.” My cheeks pink a little.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Bullshit.”

I look up.

“You stopped me.”

The amusement disappears from his face.

“You were drunk.”

“I wasn’t that drunk.”

“You threw up.”

“After.”

His mouth twitches.

“Not helping your case.”

“You said no.” The humor disappears completely.

“I said not like that.”

“What’s the difference?”

He stares at me.

One second.

Two.

Then his eyes drop to my mouth.