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Last night he told me he hasn’t mentioned this to anyone else. About the nightmares, or the memories of how his back was burned. Never had to explain all this to anyone before, because he never had a girlfriend before.
Am I his girlfriend? Is he my boyfriend?
“Sugar, no milk,” he says and pushes one mug toward me.
“How did you know?”
He shrugs. “Good memory. I remember stuff.” He swallows hard, and my heart breaks for him. He shouldn’t have to remember certain things at all. They shouldn’t have happened to him. He deserves to be happy.
“Thanks.” I sip at the hot liquid. It’s strong even with the milk, and I grimace. “What else do you know about me?”
He stands at the counter, mug halfway to his lips, considering my question. “You mean, apart from yellow being your favorite color, your fear of water and falling, your preference for strawberry popsicles and lollypops and the fact that you need to see my face when we’re together?”
I swallow hard. “Yeah. Apart from that.”
He shakes his head and gulps down some coffee. “Your family lives out of town. You study graphic design. You are good friends with Audrey. You like orange juice and fruit loops.” He hooks his thumb at the fridge. “Have you checked out the popsicles? I hope they’re the ones you like.”
A silly grin is spreading over my face. “You got me popsicles?” I want to check the fridge, but don’t dare move, not when he might open up to me a bit more.
He shrugs. “You said it was a condition for you coming here.”
r /> A condition for staying here, but I don’t correct him, my chest warm because he thought of me. Because he bought me stuff to make me stay. “What else?”
He looks up and gives me a sexy grin. “You love it when I eat your pussy and fuck you with my fingers.”
I choke on my coffee and slam the mug down as I cough.
Zane winks at me. Ten points to the hot guy with the Mohawk. Damn.
I can’t deny it. I do love it. Heat seeps into my cheeks and spreads through my body. “Is all that in the folder you have on me?”
He doesn’t answer, but chuckles instead, a deep, throaty sound that makes my toes curl.
I drink more coffee, trying to gather my thoughts—not easy when he’s around. “You like your coffee black, no sugar. You like the color blue, and your favorite food is seafood spaghetti.” I asked Erin. So sue me. “You care for your friends as if they’re your brothers and sisters. You don’t like water and hate having your back touched during sex.” He shifts uneasily, and his lips press together in a line. “But you like watching me lick popsicles. You like having me half-dressed, without underwear. And you love being inside me.”
The corners of his mouth lift, and his eyes darken. “I do.”
Warmth spreads on my cheeks, and I bow over my mug. “I, um. You never told me why you hate water so much.” He says nothing, and I forge on. “That day, at the park, when the guys dropped you into the lake, and you…”
I lift my head to find him staring at me, his face pale. His eyes are flat and empty. Oh God, why am I asking this now, after the bad night he’s had?
“Go on. They dropped me, and I went batshit,” he grinds out. “That what you meant?”
Damn. I shift on my seat and turn the mug in my hands. Time passes. He’s still standing at the counter, gazing at me.
“I don’t hate water,” he says finally, and I nod, because God, I’ve gone too far, and I know it. But he sits down across from me, holding his mug, and says quietly, “I used to love it.”
Caught by surprise, I search for something to say. “What changed?”
He winces and pushes his mug to the side, so he can fold his arms on the table. “There were some kids in a group home I was staying at. I must have been ten or so. They tried to drown me in a bathtub.”
I open my mouth, then snap it closed. Try again. “Are you serious?”
He looks up and just stares at me, a tired expression on his face.
My chair screeches as I push it back and march around the table. I know better than to hug him from behind, so I lean in his side and put my arms around him. He looks startled and stays still as I hold him.
“You were not joking,” I murmur into his shoulder. “You were serious.”
