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hopefully do. A lot. To their mutual pleasure. Until they were insensate beings.
    But before they could fuck themselves into oblivion, he had to fix this. This, with a capital T, This.
    “Can we talk?”

Chapter 5
    C an we talk ? he’d asked.
    “Can we talk?” she repeated, positive she sounded like a moron. But the blood was only just returning to her brain parts. Cruel, cruel! To be denied not one but two glorious orgasms and then to have to talk .
    Melanie didn’t want to talk. She was sick to death of talking.
    She was sick to death worrying that the next time they talked would be the time Will said something like you know, this just isn’t working out for me anymore. We should probably end things before they get messy .
    Because they weren’t messy now?
    She pointed to his partially opened front door. “He’s been in there?” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Couldn’t finish the actual thought in her actual brain much less say the words out loud.
    “Mel, I told you we were watching the game, and to come over if you wanted.”
    “No, you said we were going to”—she took her voice down to a whisper—“ cheese pizza tonight.”
    At least Will had the good grace to look chagrinned. And maybe even flush a little where his ears disappeared into that glorious mane of shaggy hair she loved to run her fingers—
    No. They weren’t going back there. They were talking.
    And she guessed it really was about time.
    She keyed in the code to her door and held it open. “Might as well come on in.”
    He hesitated for a moment, then looked behind him to ostensibly say something to Judd. Or not. She didn’t know because she’d walked in and sat down at the kitchen island, not wanting to lead him over to her couch. Where things might take a different turn.
    When Will shut the door behind him, the air in her apartment went thick.
    As she sat fiddling with the edge of her aqua polka-dot placemats—she loved the rickrack edging even though the retro kitsch was totally out of sync with the streamlined and spare design of her apartment—she realized something. Something big. He’d never really been over here. She’d always gone over to his place for pizza and a movie. They’d never been alone together in her space. Ever.
    Sure, he’d been in her apartment when she was throwing a party, but there was always the buffer of other people to dispel the sexual tension that gathered and pooled low in her belly whenever he was near.
    Oh, and there had been that one time that his ex had sent him over for an emergency bottle of white. But that had been before pizza and a movie . Before she’d completely lost her mind and gone and fallen for her fuckbuddy.
    “Want something to drink?”
    It was weird. She’d seen him naked a hundred times—maybe more!—and he’d had his hands up her pants not ten minutes ago, but they couldn’t even look at each other here in her kitchen.
    Will hovered somewhere near the door, as if he couldn’t decide where to land, and declined the offer.
    He was so decisive, so demanding as a sexual partner, it was strange to see him this tentative. About something as simple as come in and have a seat, wanna drink?
    They started to speak at the same time, and Melanie wasn’t half sure what it was she’d meant to say. Only she was completely sure she couldn’t tolerate the strained silence a moment longer. They’d had sustained conversations before. It wasn’t like they were only about the score of a pure-grade orgasm high. But somewhere back in the breezeway a moment ago, they’d lost a little something.
    And that something felt like a real big hole in her heart right about now.
    “Go ahead.” She made a motion with her hand for him to continue, but she couldn’t look him in the eye. No. Fuck that. If he was going to break up with her, then she’d damn well—
    Whoa . Who said he was going to break up with her? They weren’t even together together. Get a grip, Robles. You are two years