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Chapter 6

I think I still want him. This is so fucked up.

I pull my shirt back on up over my shoulders and start doing the buttons up. I’m a little slow. My fingers aren’t too steady.

“Will you trust me to drive you back, or should I call you a cab?” Kyle asks. His voice is flat. It makes me ache a little.

“You don’t have to…”

He cuts me off. “Will you let me?”

And maybe I owe him that much. Do I? Do I owe him anything? I’m damned if I know. Am I making too much of this? It was fourteen years ago, and he called the cops.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him before the thought’s even gotten all the way through my brain.

“That I knew you?” He kind of laughs, but not like anything’s funny. “Hey, Mikey, remember me? Last time we met my friends were kicking the crap out of you. Helluva pickup line, ain’t it?”

I frown. “Why pick me up, anyhow?”