“First, you waste an hour of my time at the party, playing hide-and-seek. Then, you come into my room when I’m shit-faced…” What? “…you undress me and…” Her voice drops a few octaves as she tries to get the words out. “…you put your fingers inside me.” Is she fucking joking right now? “…and you drugged me.” Her room? Drugged? What the hell is she talking about? I didn’t go to her room last night. “Oh.” She finally looks at me. “Now you can’t talk again? You talked last night. What’s the problem, Ridge? Did the guilt eat your vocal cords?” Talked to her last night? No. I didn’t. Fuck. I’m
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