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friend in front of a practical stranger just because she was a big
girl? What a bastard. He realized Alex was still staring at him and he was so
confused and angry that he couldn’t think of a thing to say, couldn’t seem to
get his lips, tongue and voice box working together to form a response.
    Fortunately Alex put him out of his misery. “Mate, I’m gay.
That’s why she’s not my type. God, if I was straight, she’d be at the top of my
list. If she’d have me.”
    “Oh. Oh! ” Oliver heaved a huge sigh of relief. “So is
she single, then?”
    Alex narrowed his eyes. “Why do you want to know?”
    Oliver felt his cheeks heat up, and he grabbed his glass of
Coke and fiddled with it, staring as the bubbles fizzed up and popped at the
surface.
    “Oh my God,” Alex said, clearly getting all the response he
needed, “you like her, don’t you? Okay, now you have to tell me all
about it. Quick, before we’re interrupted.”
    Attempting to shuffle his thoughts into some kind of order,
Oliver took a sip of his drink, then placed it carefully back on the bar. Took
a deep breath. Then told Alex everything—with the exception of the sexy stuff.
He didn’t want him to think he was some kind of pervert. Adele’s best friend
knowing he liked her was one thing, but divulging the really private stuff…it
just wasn’t going to happen.
    When Oliver had finished speaking, he drank some more of his
drink, watching over the rim of the glass as Alex’s curious expression grew
thoughtful for a while, then eventually turned excitable. “Okay,” he said
enthusiastically, “I have an idea.” Glancing over at the kitchen doors, he
continued, “It’s really bloody simple, actually. You have to try again. Let
Adele know that you bottled it back in the sauna and that you meant every word.
That you like her, would like to get to know her better and all that jazz. Then
ask her out on a date.”
    “A date?” Oliver panicked. They were so formal, so much
pressure. If he went out with Adele on a date, he had no doubt his nerves would
get the better of him again and he’d fuck up royally.
    “Yes. Well that’s what normal people do when they’d like to
spend time with someone, to find out whether they’d like to be with them
romantically. I presume you’re after a romantic relationship, not just sex?
Because if you’re just after a shag, then you can fuck right off. Adele’s not
like that and I won’t see her hurt.”
    “No, no! God, no. I like her on more than just a physical
level. I don’t know her all that well but she seems fun, kind, confident. She
takes a lot of shit from people and she doesn’t give it back, doesn’t call
people out. She’s got an absolutely incredible amount of restraint. And…I
dunno. I’m just drawn to her and I’d like to find out if there could be
something between us.”
    Alex grinned. “Well then. You know what you have to do.”
    “I do?”
    “Oh, for God’s sake. You’re useless. Are you trying to tell
me a good-looking fella like you doesn’t know how to handle women?”
    Oliver wriggled in his bar seat. “I-I…no. I mean, I’m not a
virgin or anything and I have had a couple of relationships but I’ve never been
the one to start them. I’ve always ended up with women that really knew what
they wanted and went after it. So when that thing was me, I ended up with a
girlfriend. Hence the fuck-up in the sauna. I haven’t got a bloody clue what
I’m doing!”
    Alex laughed. “So you’ve never asked a woman out, is that
what you’re saying? You don’t know how to make the first move? You’ll have to,
you know, if you want to be with Adele. She comes across as confident, and to
an extent she is, but when it comes to men she’s as useless as you are with
women.” He paused, his finger on his lip, as if deep in thought. “Okay, what
are your thoughts on writing her a letter? To apologize, to start with? Give
her your number, ask if she’d like to meet for coffee. A