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“Why? You don’t need my permission to fuck her. Have at it.” She struggles with the key.
“What? No. I don’t need or want that. I just want us to talk.”
She twists around, her hair blowing in her face. “About what? If you like her, go after her. I’m tired and want to go to bed.”
Jesus, why is she so goddamn stubborn? “For Christ’s sake, can we just have a normal conversation? Put down the gloves for once and talk? That’s all I’m asking.”
She stares at me for a beat, then sighs. “Fine. But make it quick.” She finally gets the door unlocked and stumbles inside. Grabbing her waist, I hold her upright.
“Sorry. I know, you’re fine.” I wait until I know she’s steady on her feet before releasing her. She doesn’t fire back a snarky comment, which I consider a win. Flipping on a few light switches, she plops down on the worn couch. With caution, I take the spot next to her.
“So, what do you want to talk about?”
Nothing. Everything. I don’t even know which question to ask first. What won’t set her off? “What made you mad back there?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do. I saw it. Something upset you. What was it?”
“It was nothing—”
“It wasn’t.”
“Itwasn’tnothing.”
“Mak—”
“I didn’t like you hitting on her! God, you happy now?”
She has me a bit taken back. “I wasn’t.”
“See, like I said, it’s nothing.” She sits up, ready to escape, and I grab her arm.
“I have no intentions of pursuing your friend. I’ll admit, I walked off with her earlier to make you jealous. I shouldn’t have done that. I wanted to take you home to be alone with you. Not in a sexual way, just to talk. To apologize for earlier.”
“You seemed just fine with her on the way home.”
“I would have left her at the party if I thought you’d get in the car with me alone. Look at me.” She’s hesitant but does. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Why the change of heart?”
I brush my hands down my face. Great question. “Fuck, I don’t know. Because I’m sick of this back and forth between us. As much as I love getting under your skin, I—I like making you smile more.” Her eyebrows raise. I’ve shocked her just as much myself. “Yeah, I said it. I’m calling a truce. I want to get to know you. Your likes and dislikes. What makes you happy since all I’ve been doing is making you mad. Pretty sure I’ve nailed how to make you feel good.” She does that little thing with her lip, sucking it between her teeth. It does me in every time. “I want a redo.”
“A redo.”
“Yeah. Think we can get along long enough to make that happen?”
She stares at me as if she needs to ponder the idea. I grab her waist and tickle her. “Fine! Okay, stop. Yes, friends—or whatever.”
“Friends. . . ” It has a weird ring to it. I’ve been inside her, tasted her, made her come. The title doesn’t seem enough. “Friends, it is.”
“Hmmm. . .” is her only reply.
“Question, though. Do friends kiss?” I’m probably pushing the limits here.
