Was I his girl? I mean, we were clearly only seeing each other, and we’d turned our back on the games we’d played that first month we’d known each other. But, was I his? Was he mine? Why my brain picked that exact moment to remind me that we’d never talked about it was beyond me. But it was like standing behind a curtain that had slipped, and I saw everything outside. I tried righting the curtain, but I couldn’t. Now that I’d thought about it, now that my brain had latched on, I couldn’t let it go. I hadn’t been thinking about it. But, we never set any guidelines, we never decided what we are
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