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Fuck. Are we really having this conversation?

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

I clear my throat.

“Sunny, I’m going to be honest here. If you ask me to fuck you, I’m going to do it.”

The giggle she lets out was not the response I was expecting.

“Good to know, but I’m not.”

“Okay, then help me see where this conversation is going.”

She sighs. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just overthinking and worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet.”

So, she’s not thinking about having sex with me. Got it. Damn.

“That’s quite the overthinking,” I say and roll to my back. I drop my hands to my lap to cover my erect dick.

Talking about sex caught his attention, and thinking about sex with Grace made him hard in seconds.

“I know. It’s better than it used to be, though.”

“How so?”

“As a teenager, I would create all these scenarios in my head before they happened, and I’d get so worked up and mad or sad, and then it would never actually happen. But I’d already played it out in my head, so the emotion never really left.”

I’ve been guilty of something similar before, but this confession makes me think…

“Did you do this a lot with me?”

Silence.

“Sunny, do you hate me because of all the fake scenarios you created for us that never actually happened?”

More silence.

I roll over. She’s covering her face.

I reach out and pull her hand down.

“Maybe,” she admits and holds back a smile. “But you were also very cocky, so it was easy to get carried away with fake conversations in my head.”

“Wait,” I say with a chuckle. “So you’re telling me that you’ve been faking-arguing with me for years and years. This whole ruse should be a cakewalk for you.”

She grabs a pillow and hits me with it.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m just putting the pieces together. With the way you hate me, you must have had me on your mind a lot. Like a lot, a lot.”

She moves to hit me with the pillow again, but I grab it and jerk it toward me. She comes with it on a gasp.

“I don’t want you to hate me anymore,” I tell her.

A beat of silence passes between us.

“I don’t. I just … also don’t know where to place this new feeling I have toward you.”