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Follow up to Picked Her Up at the Diner.

Freakin' saiposexuals."

I finish off my blood sausage. "But am I wrong?"

"Considering two of us are virgins the answer is yes, you're wrong," Kate says the words at the table. "And I think you're making some of that up."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Children," Zora interrupts, patting her mouth with a paper napkin.

I shoot a glance at Em who returns the look over the rim of her coffee cup. Zora has two modes when sober: know it all bitch and pining waif.

"So," I say slowly, trying to avoid land mines that will set off a Zora tangent. "What are we doing again today? Going to Trinity or something?"

"Didn't you read the schedule?" Zora quips.

Ignoring her, I turn to Em and raise a brow. She's the peacekeeper of the group because both Kate and I are extroverts. Even if we don't say something is pissing us off, it shows up on our face clear as day.

"Yup. Trinity." Cocking her head to the side, she asks, "Want to do drinks in Temple Bar afterwards?"

"No. That place is too expensive. And I'm with Kate, I don't think my liver can take another drink."

"Wuss. Cafe then. Cake and coffee at the Wooden Spoon."

"Sounds good to me, as long as we make it out early enough. Kate?"

Little Miss Hungover lifts her head enough to nod, before collapsing back into a puddle of misery.

"I'm not going," Zora chimes in, gathering up her breakfast tray and rising, "Nick and I have a video date. You might not want to come back before 7."

I shudder as she walks away. "Surprised anyone slept with her. Don't you think they'd get frostbite?"

Em punches me in the shoulder, though there's a grin tugging at her lips. "That's not nice."

"She's not nice."

"Children," Kate mimics, lifting her head again to roll her eyes. "I fucking swear-"

"A week and a half, girl," I commiserate. "Just a week and a half."


Zora, true to form, doesn't join us. We sit in mismatched chairs sipping coffee and complaining about all the weight we've gained as we scarf down chocolate fudge ripple cake and contemplate the Italian place next door for dinner and a movie and junk food for our impromptu girl's night.

My phone buzzes in the seat of my jeans: a text alert from Leo. I've been getting them all day, but between Trinity and class and finally writing, I haven't had the time to respond. Of course, Leo's not a man to be ignored.

"Gimme a sec," I tell Em and Kate as I take one last bite of chocolate heaven and make my way out of the cafe, palming my phone.

Leo: I can't tell if you're ignoring me or just busy. 6:09PM

I could text, but instead I decide to call. He picks up on the second ring. "Rai?"

"Hey. Busy."

"Lots of classes today?" he asks.

"More just running around and writing." Popping my hip against the wall, I cradle the phone between my shoulder and ear, picking at the dirt under my fingernails. "I got all your texts though."

"Just didn't respond?"

"Didn't have time. Really."

"Are we good?" he asks suddenly, voice strained.

A laugh bursts from my throat, jarring the pedestrians hurrying by. He remains silent over the line so long I think I lost him. "You there?"

"Yes," comes clipped and sour.

Pushing away from the wall, I forget my fingernails and run a hand through my hair, catching the curls and tugging them into a frizzy mess. "I didn't mean to laugh. It's just-the question seems dumb. No, no. Not dumb but unbelievable. You asking me that. I should be asking you that."

He's silent again. "Why?"

"Because I didn't rock your world even a fraction as hard as you rocked mine. Earthquake scale? You were a ten and I was a two."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I couldn't fucking breathe afterwards while you just went to the bathroom and got me a glass of water."

"Kultaseni, do you even realize how long it took me to pull out?"


"Me either.

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