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I shake my head, wanting to get the image of him fucking me out of my mind and break free from his hold.
“Fine. But I can at least control what you do with those hands…and that body.” I stare at him and keep myself from eyeing him up and down, but I lose my own battle and do it anyway.
“That’s something I can’t argue with.” He grabs his crotch and does some sneaky maneuver to hide his straining bulge.
I reflexively watch his handiwork, and when my eyes travel up his body and meet his gaze, he’s almost foaming at the mouth, looking like he’s about pounce on me at any second.
“Anyway, I don’t see how this has anything to do with the gold teeth.” I re-direct the conversation to the matter at hand, hoping to smother that smoldering look of his.
“You really don’t remember?” He sighs.
“No, Brendon! I don’t remember. Nothing about this makes sense.”
“Nothing? Not even the slot machines?” Shock and disappointment fill his expression.
“With the old people? No, not even the slot machines. This is not a place I see myself ever being.” I cock my hip to the side, swiveling my body towards his.
“Why can’t you just tell me?” I ask him. “That’ll make this so much easier.”
“No. If I tell you, I doubt you’ll believe me. You need to remember this on your own.”
He does have a point. I doubt I’ll believe him if he tells me what happened last night.
Even when he did try to tell me earlier on about us, I couldn’t believe it. Or maybe it was because I just didn’twantto believe him.
He continues, “I still can’t believe you don’t remember it all. Do you suffer from amnesia or something? Maybe you do belong here with the blue hairs, after all.”
“Shut up! Maybe I subconsciously blocked it out of my mind because it was so terrible.” I narrow my eyes, taunting him.
He grabs his chest, faking hurt, and I fight a smile.
“But seriously, nothing?” He asks again, like he’s trying to grasp onto a lifeboat that doesn’t exist.
“Nope.”
I turn back toward the entrance, admitting defeat, when suddenly, I hear sirens wailing and people screaming, “JACKPOT!” and “OH MY GOD!”
And it’s like someone hit me in the gut, because a memory comes back to me full-force, and my thoughts spiral into last night.
Oh, shit…
