Doubtful thoughts crept in. I didn’t regret it; I knew that for sure. But what did it all mean? Were we back together? Friends with benefits? I had no idea. But I knew we were going to have to talk about it. Eventually. All I wanted to do was lie in my hazy bubble of sexual satisfaction and not think about the future. “Hey there,” he said from the bathroom. He had his arm propped up on the doorframe, and was wearing his jeans again. He looked so damn sexy that my heart ached. I swallowed the rising emotions and tried to keep it light. “Hey there, Stallion,” I said. He laughed and made his way over to the bed. He sat beside me and I turned on my side toward him. This was it. The talk. “Mal, we need to talk,” he started, just as I suspected. My cell phone rang, a loud, obnoxious sound that made me giddy with joy. For now, at least, our conversation would have to wait.
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