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I open my mouth to answer, and she stretches—both arms over her head, her back arched, her breasts thrust forward—and I forget her question.

She blinks at me. “Is everything okay?”

Right. Words. Use your words, Jake. “I just wanted to check on you. You never texted me last night, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t tied up in some creep’s basement this morning.”

“Oh, shit