Page 76 of Outside The Wire

I pinched the bridge of my nose, struggling to understand what the fuck she was saying. This was like her girl measurements only in relation to fucking. “Let me see if I’m understanding this right. You’re feeling…”

“Weird.”

“About…”

“Us.”

“Because…”

“I don’t know where we stand.”

“Because…”

“We slept together.”

“And…”

“And…And what?”

“I don’t know,” I snapped, frustrated with this whole conversation. “I’m trying to get the answers out of you. Baby, why would you feel weird because we slept together?”

“Because you went home.”

“Would you like me to come over there now?”

“No. That would be ridiculous,” she snorted.

“But if I stay here, you’re going to wonder why I’m at home.”

“Yes.”

“Because you think that means something about our relationship.”

She sighed. “Yeah.”

“Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you might need to see a therapist.”

“I’m aware.”

“Can I get some sleep now?”

“Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do,” I smiled. “And I left because I had to take a shower and needed new clothes, not because I didn’t want to be with you.”

“I know.”

“So, we’re good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“And you’re not going to freak out anymore?”

“Not for at least another twenty-four hours.”

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