“Maybe you need to get laid too.” My face burns, turning red and my hand fumbles to turn my side of the A/C colder, before scratching at the back of my neck. “I— What—” “I wasn’t offering, hotshot.” She smiles but turns away just as quickly. “Trust me. That’s just… Not a good idea.” “Right.” I try to laugh with her. But, I can’t help the singe of embarrassment staining my cheeks. Of course not. Look at her and look at you. Pathetic. “For the record,” I say, looking out along the lake across all the life around us. “I am offering.” She’s silent. But she’s smiling and shaking her head, avoiding
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