Page 120 of Breaking the Rules

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My sedan glides over the streets until I hit Eleventh. I get into the left lane. To head back to her place.

"You went back to Carpe Diem's place?" she asks.

"Yeah."

"But you weren't planning on fucking her?"

"I wasn't sure yet."

"So…"

"I didn't feel that spark."

She clears her throat. "Do you really need that?"

"Yeah." Now.

"But you always… you weren't discriminating."

"Things change."

"Oh." She rests her head on the window. "Well, what happened? Where did it go wrong? Spell it out for me."

If that's really what she wants.

I need to soothe her.

Whatever it takes.

"She invited me to her place," I say. "We had a drink."

"So it's okay for you to drink—"

"Coffee."

"Oh."

"She made her intentions clear."

"How?"

"I know when a woman wants to fuck me."

"But what did she do? Specifically?"

"It was the way she looked at me. The way her hand would linger on my arm or my leg. She'd lean in. Lower her voice to a whisper so I had to get closer."

"Good moves."

"Yeah." I swallow hard. I don't like her knowing moves. I don't like the implication. "And Vanilla Latte?"

"His friends wanted to play truth or dare."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's so stupid and high school. But I'm not going to be a wet blanket."

"Why not?"

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