“Why, Gabi?” “I… It’s strange. It’s like… right there?” she says it like a question for me rather than an answer. “My cock?” Her cheeks burn. “Not yours. But generally—” My brain explodes. “Tonight is not the night to talk about another man’s cock.” “I wasn’t—” “No day, really. There is not a single day I want to hear my girl talk about another man’s cock.” “My girl” sounds really good. “But tonight I spent hours outside your apartment like a fucking stalker, thinking you were on a date with another man.” There’s a short pause before she nods, quick and concise, like we reached a business
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