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What else was there to say?

And he moved toward the exit.

Eventually, I opened my mouth and spoke.

‘This has never happened,’ I shouted.

‘It never happened, indeed,’ he said in response.

I couldn’t see his face as he walked out, but a smile lined his voice.

Grinning, I walked to the door and swiftly locked it.

A moment later, I was back, and tired, I drifted off to sleep. But what happened last night has stayed with me.

I scoop up my phone as it keeps ringing.

Oh, no. Not a video call. What the fuck, Thea?

I run into the bedroom, plop down on the bed, pull up a pillow to my chest and lean back while brushing my hair back with my fingers and pinching my cheeks so I don’t look like a vampire waking up to a house full of light.

“Hi,” I say as her face pops up on my phone.

“Hey. Did I wake you?”

How can she look so fresh with two kids, a man, and her wedding just around the corner?

“No. I mean yes.”

“What time is it?” she asks, concerned, and I quickly gesture.

“Don’t worry.”

I glance at the clock on the wall, a marvel of metal and walnut wood, silent like a sleepy kitten.

“It’s almost noon,” I say. “I’ve tried to catch some sleep. I have a nasty headache.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Terry told me about your new place.”

“Yes. I just moved in,” I say enthusiastically.

She knows how much I wanted to have my own place.

She also knows how much of a financial strain it is for me, but I won’t bore her with the details.

“How do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s mine. It’s cool. What else can I say?”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She pauses, looking down.

“So, are we still on?” she asks, lifting her gaze.

“On?”

Her eyes hover over my face.

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