“I don’t know. Look it up.”
“Our liaisons wouldn’t have allowed that,” he told me, as if my concern was ridiculous.
“I didn’t know. I was worried, and then when you finally did show up without so much as a ‘Sorry. I lost track of time,’ it made me feel like I was far less important to you than your sudden fame.” I let him go and walked away.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t just say it.”
“I’m not. I…I was basking in the attention I’ve craved all my life, and I forgot what was really important. You. Forgive me?” His face read sincerity, his eyes cast down and his top lip curled on one side.
“Now we’re talking.” I was right back at him, and he was at my underwear. “Don’t. I want to undress you first.”
Still, he tugged.
“I said stop.”
The defiant dick rolled a shoulder out of one side of his jacket.
“What part of the words I’m speaking don’t you fucking understand?”
“You want me undressed.”