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“I’m not gonna say that. I just don’t want you to accidentally tell him about the green card thing.”
“Are you kidding?You’rethe one who told him.”
“I meanreallytell him. You’re already a tad tipsy.”
“You’re apparently very tipsy. And I wouldn’t do that. Ever. Anyway, you have your naturalization ceremony on Tuesday.”
“I can still be deported within five years of the day we were married, you know that.”
“Wow. Okay. I won’t speak to him again for two more years then, even though we’re working together.”
I didn’t say anything, because that sounded about right to me.
“What is wrong with you tonight?”
I still didn’t say anything. I was dying to talk to her about the green card thing, but this was not the right time. I took a step towards her. She looked down at my feet and stayed where she was. I took another step towards her. She held my gaze and took a step back, towards the door.
“It just doesn’t look to me like he can fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” I mumbled, as I raised my glass to my lips and poured the last of the margarita down my throat.
She made a tiny little gasping sound. “What did you say?”
I took another step and I was a foot away from her, she took another step and her back was against the door. She didn’t ever look away from me. I was impressed.
“I said it doesn’t look to me like he’s going to get lucky with you tonight.”
“And how would you know that?”
I took another step, closing the gap between us, and looked down at her, whispering: “I don’t think you’re as into him as you think you are.”
She sucked in her breath, glaring up at me. “Why’s that?”
“Because you’ve spent twice as much time talking to meabouthim as you’ve spent actually talkingtohim.”
Finally, she gave me a little shove. “I don’t know what is up with you tonight but I don’t like it.”
“You sure about that?”
She was usually so cute when she frowned at me, but right now she looked…hot. I ran my finger along her jawline. She didn’t move away, she held very still, glaring up at me. Then I held my fingertip up to show her the guacamole that was on her chin.
“I’ve had guacamole on my face this entire time and you didn’t tell me?” she asked, calmly.
I licked the avocado off the tip of my finger. “I didn’t want anyone else to have it.” I winked at her.
She put her free hand on the center of my chest and pushed me away, then wiped her chin with the back of her hand. “Asshat.” She crossed over to my en suite bathroom to check her face in the mirror. She would find that her face was perfect, though a little tense.
When she walked back out, she said: “Promise me you won’t say anything else to mess things up with Ben.”
I put one hand over my heart: “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America…Let’s go get another margarita.”
“I think you’ve had enough tequila for tonight, Señor Crazypants.”
“Okay, good talk.”
“Weird talk.”
“Good weird.”
“Just weird.”
