“Can I ask you something?” he says, his warm breath fanning across my face. “Anything,” I answer him honestly, although I’m a little nervous about the alcohol still in my system and the fact that I could have a case of word vomit at any moment right now. He’s silent for a second, his touch gentle as he brushes a stray hair away from my face. “Do you have a thing for Silas?” My eyebrows pinch together as I place my hands on his chest. “No. Why would you ask that?” “I don’t know,” he whispers, shrugging lightly. “I’ve seen the two of you together and I just don’t know… maybe he would be the
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