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"What was that?" I certainly ask him with an attitude, a hand on my hip with a face that shows confusion and, well, irritation.

"If we're gonna be transparent with each other, I'd like to know why did you leave after you told me you want to drown your face in my boobs."

He stops focusing on the dishwasher rack in front of him and tilts his head, finally looking at me in the eyes