I can't believe that Alex is calling himself an i***t.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him, my heart beating in my throat. "Why are you an i***t now?"
He straightens his shirt, not seeming to notice that half of his buttons have come undone. "Let's get back to my place. I think I'm ready to clean up and relax for a bit."
"You have a real knack for ignoring my questions, you know that?" I say lightly.
"And you have a real knack for asking questions that are very difficult to answer." He extends his arm to me. "Come on."
I hook my hand through his elbow. "I thought you said you like that I always said what I meant."
He glances down at me. "That doesn't mean I always have answers for you."
I spend most of the way back to his place trying to figure out what he means by that.
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