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“What’s even worse is that I liked it.”

“Liked what?”

“Liked thinking about checking with you first.”

“You liked the idea of having to ask me if you could have sex with someone else?”

“Yes; like knowing that you knew that’s what I was doing and that I would still come to your place after. It got me hard, Honor. I didn’t do anything about it, but it got me hard.”

“How would that even work?”

“Me fucking other people?”

“Yes.”

“We’d have rules, and we’d have communication and respect.”

“Rules?”

“Yes, rules. And there would be safety, too, Honor. I wouldn’t risk anything like that.”

“You’re saying this is something you actually want to do?”

“I’m saying that I want you to come to the show tonight. I want us to talk about things for real; all out in the open, with neither of us holding back.”

“Silver, I have a date.”

“You have drinks with a woman you won’t be thinking about because you’ll be thinking about me, Honor. And I don’t say that to sound egotistical, either. I say that because I know you’re picturing Stephanie against that wall and me standing there, all frustrated, because I wanted to touch her, but I wanted you to be okay with it, and that’s getting you turned on right now.”

“I’m not turned on,” Honor lied.

“You’re not? I am,” Silver replied. “God, I’m so hot for you, Honor. But I’ll wait. I want to see you tonight. I don’t care if you have some date.”

“What if that date goes well?”

Silver sighed and said, “Then, I guess I was wrong about us. And you can keep saying there’s no us, and you’re not my girlfriend, but, babe, something’s here. You make me feel different, and I know I do the same for you.”

“I have plans for my life, Silver,” Honor told her.

“I’m not getting in the way of them,” Silver argued. “I think I might want to be a part of them.”

CHAPTER 20

“Is she coming?” Brandi asked.

“I don’t know,” Silver replied, closing her computer. “She has a date. A date, Brandi.”

“Shit. Sorry, Silver. I know you like her.”

“It’s a drinks thing, and it’s a first date. I don’t even know why she’s going.”

“Are you sure she’s as into this as you are? I don’t want to see you get hurt here.” Brandi sat down on the futon.

“I can tell she likes me.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t just like the sex? You are very good at that, and she’s never been with another woman to know that you’re probably better at it than whoever she’s going out with tonight.”

“There’s something here, Brandi. I don’t just want to sleep with her. God, I want to take her out on a date. I’d do it tonight, but–”

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