“Are we gonna talk about it?”
“Let’s pretend what happened, didn’t,” I suggest.
“I’m down for a game of pretend.” He shrugs, still looking out at the brick garden.
“Good.” I release the breath I choked back when he mentioned our wet, naked encounter.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t want to take you right there in the bathroom.” He turns toward me, his arms crossed on the table, and leans in. “I’ll pretend I didn’t want to bend you over the sink, press your face into the mirror, and fuck you until you release all over me.”
And I’ll pretend I didn’t want you to.
“Greier.”
“Don’t worry, Rae.” He sits back in his chair again. “I know the deal.”
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