Page 408 of Talk Swoony to Me


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“You were right,” he says.

“I was?”

“Yeah. It’s funny.”

My lips twitch. “It is!”

“I’m at the bit where, uh...” He pauses. “What’s-his-name lights her hair on fire.”

“Richard!” My smile deepens. “And that actually happened — to the author, I mean. That book is a little autobiographical. She met her husband speed-dating.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“Uh-huh.” I take a calming breath. “So, what’s your favorite book?” I ask.

The clicks and clacks cease for a moment.

“Why?”

“Well... you’re reading my favorite book,” I say. “And I thought that, maybe I should read yours.”

Oliver slides out from under the sink and sits forward. “Maybe,” he says as he looks up at me. “I’ll think about it.”

I peek behind him. “All fixed?” I ask.

He nods. “All fixed.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” He rises off the floor and stands tall over me with that cocky smirk. “See?” he teases. “I told you I could fix it.”

I look at the sink at the same time he does. His eyes squint slightly, no doubt flashing back to the same memory as I do at that very moment.

My legs wrap around his waist.

His hand balances on the mirror behind me.

He licks my clean, wet skin.

Oli,

please,

don’t stop?—

I shake it away again.

Dear god, please get me out of this bathroom.

The pipe bursts.

I jolt backward in surprise as cold water coats our shoes.

Uh… thanks?

Oliver dives under again, getting completely soaked as I take a step back. I try to think quickly, but I stall in place.

I have no idea what to do.

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