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"Why do you look so glum?"

"I don't," I say.

"You don't look excited," she says.

"I am." I think. I want to see Imogen again. Badly. But there's something a little cold about the text.

She's laying down the law, yeah.

And it's a law I should like.

A beautiful woman wants sex without strings because she wants me.

That's the ideal arrangement.

"Can I see?" Luna asks.

I show her the phone.

"Oh, I get it. You like her."

"I wouldn't sleep with her if I didn't like her."

"No, youlikeher."

Shit, I do.

"Aw, I've never seen you like anyone. This is cute. Can I take a picture?"

I flip her off.

"Do you need some pointers? First relationships are hard."

"I've had relationships."

"Who?"

I name a few exes.

"Those weren't relationships, Tricky. Can you name a single thing about any of them?"

"Yeah. Orange was Andrea's favorite color."

"A meaningful thing?"

"Orange isn't a popular color." And what does that matter? Sure, my romantic relationships have been a little surface level. I was surface level. That was what I wanted. It was all I could do. Besides—"Imogen isn't looking for a relationship."

"She made an offer. You can counter."

"She was clear," I say.

"Even so."

Maybe. Or maybe this is perfect. "She wants no-strings attached sex. Why would I turn that down?"

She smilesdo you really expect me to buy that?"Is that all it is?"

"What do you mean?"


Tags: Crystal Kaswell Romance