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“That works too.”

“Mmm.” She pulled my head down for a kiss. “I’m really drunk.”

“So,” I said after she released her lip-lock, “what do you wanna do about

“Wren thinks you should just have your way with me.”

“You’re the man. You could do anything you want.”

My eyebrows shot up. The alcohol was talking, but the little head didn’t care.

Christy reached between us and squeezed the bulge in my pants. “Mmm, he knows what I want.”

“Or you could make me suck your cock. You like it when I say that.

Cock. I can tell.

A little booze—okay, a lot of booze—and she shed her inhibitions like a Baptist outside of church.

“But the rest of me would feel guilty.”

She stopped kissing and pulled back. “What do you mean?”

“Just that maybe we should slow down a little.”

“Slow down?” Her eyes flashed with irritation. “But I thought—? You said— All I had to do was ask!”

“No, I know what you meant.” She shoved my hands away and stood. “I think I should sleep by myself,” she added frostily.

“G’night,” I said to her back, but it was halfhearted.

She stomped up the stairs, a hundred pounds of cold, rejected fury.

Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d have felt guilty if I’d gone along with her. Sure, the little head would’ve had fun, but what then? What

happened when she sobered up and realized what she’d done? She still hadn’t shed her inhibitions for real. She needed alcohol to do it, and that wasn’t the same.

I was still sitting there an hour later. My Coke was long gone, I was stiff from not moving, and I hadn’t thought of a way I could’ve handled things better. Differently? Yes. Better? Not much.

I turned off the lights and stereo and went up to bed, where I spent another miserable hour lying awake and brooding. I was on the verge of sulking when someone knocked on my door, just a soft tap-tap, but unmistakable in the quiet of the night.

I looked at the bedside clock and debated whether to answer.

The scuffing stopped.

I rolled out of bed and opened the door.

Christy stood in the hall in her plaid pajamas and bunny slippers. She looked as miserable as I felt.

My throat was suddenly dry, and I had to swallow to moisten it. “You wanna come in?” I said at last. “We could talk.”

I stepped aside and gestured for her to enter.