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was.”
“Yeah, but you woke me up.”
“Sorry,” I said, studying her foot like it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“It’s okay. I just…I was wondering what it was that bothered you so much.”
I shook my head. “Just a bad dream.”
“Do you remember what it was about?”
I did, actually. It was a dream that I had often, though I was hoping being with her would make it go away. It wasn’t even a dream, really. It was more like memory.
I rubbed her foot a little harder, watching the flesh change from red to a completely colorless white. She pulled away, sitting up a little straighter, the blanket falling from her bare chest to puddle in her lap.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she said, reaching over to touch my arm. “I just want you to know that if you ever want to talk about it…”
“There are things about me that you probably don’t want to know, Delaney.”
“Like what?”
I groaned. “You can’t ask me that.”
“Why not?” She moved closer to me, sliding up against my side, our legs tangled under the blanket. “I want to know everything about you.”
“Do I know everything about you?”
“Probably not. But I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
I leaned back against the couch and studied her face. “What kind of music do you listen to?”
She laughed, clearly not expecting a question like that.
“Pop. Adele. One Direction…”
“You like One Direction?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Isn’t that one of those groups that preteen girls scream over?”
She blushed, but that didn’t stop her from defending herself. “Their music has matured a lot over the years. And Zayne just released his own album and it’s definitely not meant for kids.”
“Zayne?”
“One of the guys. He quit and…” She slapped my arm. “You’re making fun of me.”
I laughed, and she just shook her head, lifting the blanket to her face, covering a smile of her own.
“Okay, so my taste in music is slightly young. But if you ever came by my office, you would understand. We’re all a bunch of juvenile delinquents there.”
“What about movies? Do you watch adult movies?”
“Do you? I bet you’ve seen every one of the Marvel movies that’ve come out in the last five or six years.”
“You mean Avengers and Iron Man and Thor? Of course.”
She giggled. “And that’s mature?”
“That’s very mature. Those movies have very adult themes.”
“They’re based off of comic books.”
“So? Grown men read comic books.”
“I’m sure they do.”
I pushed her shoulder. “What kind of movies do you watch?”
She glanced at the television as though it would tell her what to say. “Anything with Melissa McCarthy. And Julia Roberts.”
“ Pretty Woman? ”
“Yeah. Is that too girly for your taste?”
“No. It was actually one of my mom’s favorites. She made us all watch it with her at one point or another. That and Mama Mia. ”
She nodded. “Awesome movies.”
“My mom would have liked you.”
I regretted the words as they came out of my mouth, not because they weren’t true, but because they opened the door to a whole conversation I wasn’t ready to have. But she didn’t jump on it. Instead, she lay her head on my shoulder.
“I’d like to meet your family someday.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think you want to meet my mom. She’d probably hit on you the moment my back was turned.”
“She’s done that?”
She sighed. “Every boyfriend I ever introduced her to. That’s why I don’t introduce her to anyone in my life if I can help it.”
“She never met Claude?”
“Nope.”
“What about your dad? He ever meet Claude?”
She sat up again, drawing the blanket up to her chin. “My father isn’t really a big part of my life.”
“Really?”
“He and my mom…she worked for him. He owns this big corporation, and she was a secretary in the secretarial pool who subbed for his secretary once. They hit it off, starting seeing each
“Yeah, but you woke me up.”
“Sorry,” I said, studying her foot like it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“It’s okay. I just…I was wondering what it was that bothered you so much.”
I shook my head. “Just a bad dream.”
“Do you remember what it was about?”
I did, actually. It was a dream that I had often, though I was hoping being with her would make it go away. It wasn’t even a dream, really. It was more like memory.
I rubbed her foot a little harder, watching the flesh change from red to a completely colorless white. She pulled away, sitting up a little straighter, the blanket falling from her bare chest to puddle in her lap.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she said, reaching over to touch my arm. “I just want you to know that if you ever want to talk about it…”
“There are things about me that you probably don’t want to know, Delaney.”
“Like what?”
I groaned. “You can’t ask me that.”
“Why not?” She moved closer to me, sliding up against my side, our legs tangled under the blanket. “I want to know everything about you.”
“Do I know everything about you?”
“Probably not. But I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
I leaned back against the couch and studied her face. “What kind of music do you listen to?”
She laughed, clearly not expecting a question like that.
“Pop. Adele. One Direction…”
“You like One Direction?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Isn’t that one of those groups that preteen girls scream over?”
She blushed, but that didn’t stop her from defending herself. “Their music has matured a lot over the years. And Zayne just released his own album and it’s definitely not meant for kids.”
“Zayne?”
“One of the guys. He quit and…” She slapped my arm. “You’re making fun of me.”
I laughed, and she just shook her head, lifting the blanket to her face, covering a smile of her own.
“Okay, so my taste in music is slightly young. But if you ever came by my office, you would understand. We’re all a bunch of juvenile delinquents there.”
“What about movies? Do you watch adult movies?”
“Do you? I bet you’ve seen every one of the Marvel movies that’ve come out in the last five or six years.”
“You mean Avengers and Iron Man and Thor? Of course.”
She giggled. “And that’s mature?”
“That’s very mature. Those movies have very adult themes.”
“They’re based off of comic books.”
“So? Grown men read comic books.”
“I’m sure they do.”
I pushed her shoulder. “What kind of movies do you watch?”
She glanced at the television as though it would tell her what to say. “Anything with Melissa McCarthy. And Julia Roberts.”
“ Pretty Woman? ”
“Yeah. Is that too girly for your taste?”
“No. It was actually one of my mom’s favorites. She made us all watch it with her at one point or another. That and Mama Mia. ”
She nodded. “Awesome movies.”
“My mom would have liked you.”
I regretted the words as they came out of my mouth, not because they weren’t true, but because they opened the door to a whole conversation I wasn’t ready to have. But she didn’t jump on it. Instead, she lay her head on my shoulder.
“I’d like to meet your family someday.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think you want to meet my mom. She’d probably hit on you the moment my back was turned.”
“She’s done that?”
She sighed. “Every boyfriend I ever introduced her to. That’s why I don’t introduce her to anyone in my life if I can help it.”
“She never met Claude?”
“Nope.”
“What about your dad? He ever meet Claude?”
She sat up again, drawing the blanket up to her chin. “My father isn’t really a big part of my life.”
“Really?”
“He and my mom…she worked for him. He owns this big corporation, and she was a secretary in the secretarial pool who subbed for his secretary once. They hit it off, starting seeing each
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