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“What if she doesn’t even remember me?” she asks. “What if it was no
big deal to her, and she thinks I’m an idiot for still dwelling on it?”
I hood my eyes. “Any more excuses or are you done?”
“Okay,” she bursts out like a child. “I’ll do it. You’re right.”
“Good.” And I flip her over onto her back and pin her down again.
“Now get undressed. I need to make up for lost time while I’m away.”
“What?” she argues as I pull her shirt over her head. “You make up for
lost time when you get back!”
“Yeah. We can do that, too.”