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I’d seen the trophy once It was shaped like a pig

After I didbathrooh the crowd to watch the last few ame

Or rather, I tried to

"Um, Bella?" Rafe stopped me at the doorway to the TV alcove with a hand to my elbow

"Yeah?"

"Could I, uh, speak to you a sec?" he asked He ran a hand through his dark hair His eyes traveled down, briefly landing on ain

I tilted my chin toward the TV "Well, it’s the last couple …"

Inside, Pepe started yelling "Le chasser! Le tuer! Merci! Merci!" And then there was a victorious yodel of: "Ouiiii!"

I was definitely losing this gaet a better look at Rafe And when his big dark eyes looked down at ht off a shiver Damn him Why did he have to be so sexy? It was hard to pull off the indifferent vibe that I needed to show him "What’s up?" I checked ht? I felt like slapping myself

If I was honest, ure out why If there was anyone who understood the fickle nature of a hook-up, it was me The fact that he’d been so aard afteras a letdown, though Apparently Rafe was a sha sex, soize for bu hall tray Sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’ll try not to be so clumsy next time

It didn’t matter that they were sincere, because shame flowed in both directions If a shamer had impulsive sex, which he considered awrong, too

And I was sick of people judging an "I wanted to invite you out for lunch next week"

That wasn’t what I’d expected him to say He wanted to take h, because Pepe began bellowing froerie, cherie! Take everything off!"

Aw, hell "Pepe, just give iant body pressing against my back "Show me the boobies! Zee score is four-one"

Dear lord, just shoot ave Pepe a backward shove "Just a second, okay?" But it was really too late for Rafe not to get the wrong impression

When I risked a look at Rafe’s face, I saw it turning quite a dark shade of red "We’ll talk another time," he stuttered

"Rafe, wait It’s just a…" I stopped , I didn’t have to apologize foraway from me, a pained expression on his face He held up two hands "I’est jackass"