“It’s making you nervous that I’m on your bed, isn’t it?” I grimace because I really need for him to stop doing that—reading my mind so easily. “It’s not that—” I cut myself off before I attempt to lie and realize he’ll know. He’ll see right through me immediately, as he always does. “All right. Yes, I guess it’s freaking me out a little.” I gesture between us. “I’m not good at all of this, remember?” “All of this?” “Yeah…the socializing. Friendship. Secret late-night meetings.” I pause and then add quietly. “Men in my bed.” “Right. Well, lucky for you, there’s only one man in your bed
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