“But I made it all about me.” “Well done,” she replied. “I admire that kind of energy.” “But it wasn’t—you know—reciprocal.” She arched a brow. “He didn’t finish?” “Oh, he did,” I said, bobbing my head at the memory of the very soggy shirt to go with the equally soggy joggers. Thank god for carry-on luggage. “But I didn’t do anything for him to—” “Let Auntie Jamie stop you right there.” She dropped her hands to my shoulders. “Emme, my love, my glorious, silly tempest, I promise you did everything right. If he was able to reach completion”—she spread her hands out in front of her—“without you
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