“Are you okay?” Confidence fled from his voice. “I didn’t mean to be like that.” All the hair pulling had made a mess of my ponytail, and I tucked a loose tendril behind my ear. “I’m fine.” The quiet in the room careened toward awkwardness. “I’m fine,” I said again, trying to convince him. “I, uh, liked the way you were. You couldn’t tell?” He appeared conflicted. “No, I could, it’s just that was probably too much.” The single sip of his disgusting wine must have given me courage. “For who? You?” I straightened so I could stare directly at him. “Because it was great for me.” “Jesus.” He cupped
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