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I jumped. “KL-AIR!”

“What?”

She came running with the bottle.

I held up a Lego piece. “What the fuck is this? I hate your hobbies.”

She laughed, taking it from my hand. “You’re sleeping with men again, so now we all have hobbies.”

I froze.

Her mouth opened. “Oh.”

I pointed at her. “Don’t.”

“You did!”

“KL-AIR.”

“You fucked Nash!”

I looked toward the door. “Can you lower your voice?”

“Why? My neighbors don’t know him.”

“That’s not the point.”

“When?”

“Give me my drink.”

She poured. “Was it good?”

“Klair.”

“Did you use protection?”

“I’m on birth control.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Yes.”

“Was it good?”

I grabbed the glass. “Very.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Very?”

“Stay focused.”

She poured herself a drink. “So why are we drinking tequila if you finally got some good dick after a two-year drought?”

I nearly choked. “Can we not call it a drought?”

“What was it?”

“Celibacy.”