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“No, I do not,” she says.
“Damn.”
She rolls her delicate eyes, but a smile twitches her lips for a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it second.
“Look, Paige,” I say. “Obviously, we have a very... complicated friendship.”
Paige nods. “Yes, we do,” she says, looking down.
“I shouldn’t have touched you. It was wrong and I take full responsibility for it.”
She looks up as if to say something, but stays quiet.
“The things you said last night. About how I was your last...” I clear my throat. “It fucked me up. Blurred the lines. I let my urges determine my actions and I’m sorry. You have every right to be pissed at me. It won’t happen again, I swear.”
She raises a curious brow.
I stand up, purposefully leaving the keycard on the table next to the book. “Anyway, I just wanted to say that. I hope we can still be friends, but if you don’t, then that’s okay, too.”
Paige shifts back as I step around her and make my way toward the door.
“What was the joke?”
I pause. “The joke?”
Paige pivots in my direction, keeping a steady hand on that towel. “Last night, you said you were going to crack a joke after I told you, but you didn’t,” she says. “What was the joke?”
I inhale sharply. “Are you sure you want to know that?”
She shrugs a bare shoulder and waits.
I exhale slowly. “I was going to say that... if the next words to come out of your mouth were that I ruined you for other men, then I would never function properly ever again.”
She nods, a smile barely touching her lips. “Hm.”
“And then,” I continue. Too late to turn back now. “I might have considered slamming my fist on the bar and declaring that... friends don’t let friends go four years without getting their genitals licked, and then I was going to go look for Blondie so you could...”
“Get my genitals licked?” she asks bluntly.
I swallow. “Yes,” I answer.
Again, Paige nods.
After a moment, she smiles.
“That’s funny,” she says.
“I think it’s the word genitals that sells it.”
“Yeah, not the sexiest word.”
“I’ve always thought that, too.”
She chuckles. Her stiff shoulders relax a bit. “Look, Oliver, I?—”
“Say no more,” I say, stepping back. “I’ll leave you be.”
“No, that’s not...” she says, prompting me to stop. “I’m not pissed at you.”
