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“Try again.” He squeezed my hand harder.
“Okay, yes I did, but only a little.”
He released my hand and sat up against the headboard. “Where’s Nigel?”
“Outside.”
“Did he leave already?”
“No, he’s just using the latrine.”
Adam rubbed his face. “Why was your hand in my crotch?”
“You don’t have to say it like that.”
With an arched brow he taunted me. “You touched my cock, Chloe… why?”
I brushed my hair back. “I only touched your briefs.”
“I repeat – why?”
“Because I had a dream about you and it kind of freaked me out.”
He gave me another questioning look, silently asking me to explain.
“You were hung like a horse and I just wanted to make sure that wasn’t the case.”
Adam scoffed. “And what did you conclude?”
“That you’re normal.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No, I mean that in a good way. I’m sure you’re big enough to satisfy any woman and probably bigger than average, it’s just that you’re not…” I babbled.
“A horse.” He finished and rolled out of bed.
“No, you’re not a horse.”
“Crazy woman,” he muttered and pulled on his pants.
“I’m very sorry. And I know you probably wanna bring up that whole thing about personal boundaries again, but please don’t be mad at me…”
Adam turned to confront me with his hands on his hips and a deep frown. “What if I had felt you up while you slept? Would you be mad?”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
“Bullshit, you’re just saying that because you want me to let it go!”
“You’re making too big a deal out of it. I was just curious…”
“I’m curious too. Does that give me the right to feel you up?”
“Noo,” I said, drawn out, and sighed. “But it’s not like someone got hurt. You didn’t break, did you?” I pointed to his bulging pants.
“Chloe, what you did waswrong, and if you can’t see that, you’re more disturbed than I thought.”
“I know it was wrong,” I defended myself. “So what do you want me to do about it? Apologize?”
