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“Depends on how you see it.”

I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head. “It’s not bad.”

“Then there ya go.” He lifted his lips to the brim of the glass but I pinched his leg.

“Quit doing that!”

His eyes flew open as he threw his hand up surrendering. “Force of habit.”

“Mhm, your turn.”

His fingers ticked the glass as he open and closed his mouth. “How many guys have you slept with?”

“You can’t reuse my question,” I frowned. “Be creative.”

“Alright, alright.”

After a few more moments he cleared his throat. “You miss your ex?”

Well oookay.“Just ripping off the band-aid right away, I guess?”

He shrugged. “Not askin’ anything I don’t care to know, sweetheart.”

“No,” I answered. “Not even a little.”

“How long d’you date again?”

“A year and a bit, if you’re counting that sort of talking period beforehand.”

I unconsciously took a sip of the whisky and grimaced in revulsion. “I don’t know why I just did that.”

He clinked his glass to mine and drained it in one swig. “How ‘bout after every question, we just drink, yeah? Loosens us up.”

Ugh, why the hell not? It’s Christmas after all.

I nodded in agreeance and filled up my cup. “Why did you hate me so much in the beginning?”

This time, I watched him stall as he too, poured more alcohol into his glass. In a state of heavy contemplation, he licked his bottom lip and took a sip of whisky.

“Hate’s a strong word.”

“Yeah, reserved for me.” I teased.

He tapped the side of his drink, hesitating before clearing his throat.

“You reminded me of someone.”

Are you serious? He literally berated me, hated me, cussed me out because I reminded him of someone he didn’t like? Oh my God.

“But I’m not that someone.” I replied, flabbergasted as all hell. “How is that a fair reason to hate someone?”

“You gon’ make me regret answering that question, Bambi?”

“No, I just…” I trailed. “No, I’m glad you answered I’m just shocked. Who did I remind you of?”

He downed his drink and pressed his lips together, staring at me with a tight expression.

“You’re not going to answer?”