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“You want to drink now?”
“Yes. Maybe a few shots of vodka will help me relax.” I didn’t wait for him to answer but got up to find something to drink and returned with two large glasses of gin and tonics.
“Here,” I said and held out one of the glasses.
The light from the hallway lit up the room enough that I could see him push himself up to sit. “I’m not drinking alcohol in the middle of the night.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’ll just drink both then.”
“Is that normal for you? To drink at this hour?”
“Not exactly. But I’ve done it before and it helps.”
I downed the first glass in one long gulp and coughed. “Wow, I think I made it a bit too strong.”
I only got a large sip of the other glass before Adam took it away from me.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
That made me giggle. “Aww, that’s sweet. You’re trying to protect me from myself.”
“Chloe, try and sleep, will you.” It wasn’t a question.
I nodded and lay down again, my body buzzing with the alcohol in my belly.
“You know what you should do, Adam? You should just admit that you want me,” I stated firmly.
He tucked his hair behind his ear. “Why? What difference would it make?”
Emboldened by the drink I said, “It would make a big difference to me. You hurt me. Several times, you know.”
“That wasn’t my intention.”
“I get that you prefer Native girls and that you see me as a stupid blonde, but I’m not stupid, OK?”
“I never called you stupid.”
“I’m pretty sure you did, and if not, you made me feel stupid and unattractive.”
Adam groaned, low. “Chloe, that’s just nonsense.”
“What is?”
“I get that you have self-esteem issues but I don’t buy that you would doubt how attractive you are.”
My voice rose. “We were kissing. I told you I wanted you and you still refused me. How do you think that makes a woman feel?”
“It was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“But itdidhappen because you wanted me, and I want you to admit that.”
“What is there to admit?” he asked exasperated. “I was stripping you naked and sticking my tongue in your mouth. Didn’t that tell you something? Why do you need me to say the words when my actions spoke for themselves?”
“I just do!”
With a huff of annoyance Adam finally looked at me and said the words. “Chloe, I wanted to fuck you very badly. There, does that make you happy?”
I tasted his words and nodded. “Yes, it does.”
