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“Ready to go home?”
I grin at Ben when he comes out of the room, his expression tired but looking so much calmer than it did just a few hours ago.
I nod, feeling a lightness at the idea that I’m going home with him. “Ready.”
And then he takes my hand in his and we head out.
CHAPTER18
REMMY
“Can we talk about the night at the art gallery?”
My question pops out of me as we sit at Ben’s kitchen table, nibbling on Oreos as we wait for the oven temperature to rise so we can bake the pizza. I’m not normally one who wants to hash things out, but especially after Calvin’s comments at the hospital, I have a few questions, and I’m hoping to get some answers.
Ben shifts in his seat. “You mean when we had sex and you fled the room like you found out I had leprosy?”
I purse my lips, realizing I walked right into that.
I was so focused on what happened earlier in the night, I forgot about what ended it—me clamming up and turning into a zombie after sex.
Ben can tell his response to my question has embarrassed me, so he reaches across the table and puts his hand on mine.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything negative about you. I just know I felt like shit afterward and hated wondering if I’d done something wrong.”
I nod.
“Okay,” he continues, “how about this—how about I ask a question and then you ask a question. We can each ask…” He twists his hand from side to side. “How’s three questions?”
“Why three?”
“Two doesn’t seem like enough and four is too many.”
I nod, grabbing another Oreo out of the blue and white package. Twisting it apart, I eye Ben.
“Can I go first?”
He raises an eyebrow but nods.
Well, shit. Now that I have the ability to ask three questions, cart blanche, I don’t even know what to ask.
Thankfully, the oven chooses that moment to beep and Ben holds up a finger, slipping out of his chair to go over and put the pizza in.
I feel lucky that I have a few extra seconds to think, because now I have to decide what I want to ask.
But before I can really choose anything, Ben plops down in front of me.
“Okay, shoot.”
Flustered, I ask the first thing that comes to mind.
“What was happening between you and Krissa in the hallway?”
I see Ben grit his teeth, and then he starts drumming his fingers against the wooden kitchen table.
“She was telling me I was using you to get over her.”
My mouth drops open and I can’t help my gasp. “Oh my god, did you guys used to be together?”
