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“So.” Thinking carefully about how I was going to phrase my next question, I said, “we’ve had fun this summer, haven’t we, Joe?”
“Yeah,” he replied slowly. “We have.”
“I mean, we have, though, right?” Exhaling heavily, I added, “We’ve spent a lot of time together, had a lot of fun, done a lot ofstuff.”
“Is this the part where you tell me that you’ve had a great time, and you’ll always cherish the memories we’ve made together, but it’s time for me to get the fuck away from you now?’
“What?” I gaped at him. “No. Why would you even say that?”
“Not sure,” he replied in a curious tone, rubbing his jaw. “Those damn tv shows you make me watch must be making me soft.”
“Well, I’d say that I’m the one making you soft, but we both know that never happens when you’re around me.”
“Nice.”
“Thanks. So, listen, I have no plans on ending anything,” I hurried to say. “But Iwashoping that I could run something by you really quick.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Only a little.” I laughed nervously and looked up at him. “How would you feel about coming over for dinner?”
“Huh?” Joey stared down at me like he hadn’t understood the question.
“Dinner,” I repeated, swallowing deeply. “I want you to come over for dinner.”
“Withyou?”
“Yeah,” I replied with an enthusiastic nod. “And the rest of my family.”
“No,” he was quick to shut down, as his hand dropped from my shoulder like my skin had burned him. “Not happening.”
I rolled my eyes. “Joey.”
"I'm not interested,” he snapped, running a hand through his hair. “If you wanted a guy that you could take home to meet the family, then you should have stuck with Ricey. I’m clearly not that guy, Molloy. I’m not the kind that mother’s want to see with their daughters shacking up with.”
“Oh, please,” I snapped. “My mam loves you.”
“Only because she doesn’t know what I do to her daughter when they go to bed at night.”
My jaw fell open. “Joe, come on.”
“No, no, no, don’t look at me like that,” he warned. “Don’t give me those big eyes, Molloy. It’s not happening. You know that I don’t want your father finding out about us. I could lose my job. How the fuck am I supposed to explain rolling up to the dinner table with his baby girl in tow?”
I shrugged. “We could just tell them?”
Now he was the one whose mouth fell open. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“What?” I defended. “Would it be so terrible if our parents knew about us?”
“Yes, it would,” he argued right back. “It would be very fucking terrible. I could lose my job.”
“He won’t fire you for being my boyfriend.”
“I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy,” he was quick to deny. “I’m just your—”
“Yes, you are, ya big eejit,” I snapped, irritated now. “It’s been seven months. You’re my boyfriend, I’m your girlfriend, and we love each other a lot.”
“We absolutely do not!”
