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“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I turned to her then. “You just learned about it with everyone else. I told exactly three people before tonight. Why would I share something like that with you anyway, Riley?”
“Why?” Her voice rose. “Because we are friends, Ethan.”
“Friends? Is that all we are?” I stepped closer to her, needing to suddenly know if there was a reason for me not to push her away.
She stared at me. “Of course we are friends, Eth—”
“But is that all we are? Do you have any other feelings for me, Riley?”
“What?” She shuffled back slightly. “Why would I have feelings for you, Ethan?”
“Maybe because you love me. Maybe because we’ve been sleeping together on and off forsix fuckingyears, and I know every little thing about you.”
She gasped and then hissed as she leaned forward. “You don’t know a damn thing about me!”
“I don’t? That’s funny, Riley, because I’m pretty damn sure I do. I know exactly how much cream is too much in your coffee and that you want mayo on one side of your ham and cheese sandwich and mustard on the other, and no, they can’t mix. I know that you prefer to do laundry on Monday nights and that when you are alone, you fall asleep to the sound of waves on your sound machine.” I shifted forward, reaching behind her and tugging her long hair to expose her neck as I leaned forward and put my mouth next to her ear. “I know that you love to suck me off and no other man and that you like to have your hands tied when you’re drunk, but you only trust me to do it. I know you will orgasm three times with me. Every. Time. We. Have. Sex. Twice when my mouth is between your legs.”
Her breath sucked in, and I pulled back, letting her hair go. “I know you always lose your car keys, and while that black bra is your favorite, it’s also the most uncomfortable one that you wear. You line your damn shoes up perfectly, but you can’t take the time to hang up your jackets. Your bed is made every morning, and the sheet has to be folded over the comforter exactly two inches near the pillow. It takes you nine minutes to shower unless you are hungover, and then it takes fifteen. I know that after you drink six beers, you like to switch to shots—but only tequila or rum, bourbon or whiskey give you a migraine, and that after you do four of those, you black out and won’t remember a damn thing. Do you want me to keep going, Riley, because I can! I know a million things about you.”
She pushed at my chest. “You don’t know anything, Ethan. Go play with your stupid detective friends and stay out of my life.”
“Gladly!” I started to step around her, and she grabbed my arm to stop me. It was right then that we both saw Joe watching us from only a few feet away. I did not doubt that he had heard every word—even the private ones. I shrugged out of her hold and muttered to Joe as I passed. “Good luck with her. She’s a fucking hot mess.”
