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looked miserable for a couple of days.”
     
    “What? You saw that?”
     
    He nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I guessed the reason and I could’ve just told you I wasn’t but, I don’t know, I just liked you suffering for a while.” He looked dead serious saying it.
     
    “Why?” I asked, visibly confused.
     
    “Because you were teasing me all the time. And I wanted you. And I guess I was feeling bad for not asking you out earlier, I guess.”
     
    “What? I never teased you!”
     
    “Yes, you did. Maybe unconsciously, but it got to me. Always seeing you out, all those dresses you wore. You were making me mad.”
     
    I shook my head in disbelief. “Why didn’t you?”
     
    “Ask you out?” I nodded. “Because I was doing recon. I wanted to see if you had a boyfriend.”
     
    “You could’ve just asked, you know?”
     
    “Yeah. But you don’t ask women if they’re easy enough to sleep with you right then and there.”
     
    Honestly shocked, I slapped his thigh again. This time it wasn’t playfully. “What a thing to say!”
     
    “See?” He started laughing.
     
    I couldn’t be upset with him. I laughed, too. Then I rose and strolled back into the living room where I laid on the couch and turned the TV on. Something was pushing into my back and I shifted to see what it was. His phone. I laughed and placed on the coffee table but something caught my eye and the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right came back. I looked carefully at the table. At first, I couldn’t see it. I had to squint. That was it! That wasn’t his phone. What an odd thing , I thought. “Why do you have two phones, baby?” I asked, when he sat next to me. I was genuinely curious.
     
    He regarded me with something that looked like nervousness. “What?” I got the strange feeling he was stalling. I pointed at the phone on the table. “I…I don’t have two phones…” he mumbled and I frowned.
     
    “Yes, you do.” I remembered distinctly that I had seen his phone next to the bed when I woke up tonight. In fact, I thought I had checked the time on it. “Yes, you do. Your other phone is in the bedroom.”
     
    “Oh, that one. This one! Yes, you’re right. I do have two phones. This is from work.”
     
    “And you don’t remember having it?”
     
    “I do. It’s just that I don’t have it all the time. I’m not used to it so I don’t consider it mine. Sorry, baby.”
     
    I laughed. “How can you not?”
     
    He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “You know men are not as smart as women, right?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Or so they say. I know I’m scatterbrained.”
     
    “No, you’re not. You think too low of yourself, Dawson. You’re a perfectly fine man and I like you the way you are. Besides, you’re way neater that I am. And more organized.” I shook my head in amazement. “I just can’t believe you forgot you have another phone,” I explained further, seeing the puzzlement in his eyes.
     
    He relaxed and laughed, leaning back. “Yeah. I never gave the issue that much thought. When my phone rings, I pick up. I just look at the caller ID, not the actual phone. That might be it.”
     
    I giggled, cuddling in his extended arm. He reached for the remote in my lap and flicked purposefully through channels. Giving me a naughty look, he finally settled on a porn program and my eyes widened in shock.
     
    “Late night TV,” he shrugged and turned his attention to the screen. The promising moans of the actress compelled me to look, too. A burly man was having rough anal sex with her and I felt my core warm up. I looked at Dawson instinctively and he returned my lustful gaze.
     
    His hand trailed up my thigh, my body relaxing in response to his touch. I made room for his fingers to run along the inside of my leg, and he took the lead and settled on my pussy. I wasn’t wearing any panties from our night of passion and he gasped at the discovery. I pushed into his hand but his face lightened