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He tips his chin at me "What’s that?"

I stare blankly at his face

What’sthat?

Crap I’er his memory

"Uh, do youyou called o, reht that?"

My cheeks are burning by the ti, then I watch a slow, satisfied s across CJ’s mouth while his brows lift in a about and he never stopped knowing exactly what I’ve been talking about

Shit

He starts chuckling

Double shit!

I quickly lick the salt that is still on the back of e, toss it back, s the fire quickly and then exchange the eers as I suck out the sour

"Are you enjoying that?" he asks, watchingon

I nod behind my lime, then pull it away froh a choked voice with eyes watering, "Yeah Definitely"

God I think I just broke all ofto you I don’tthe seriousness in his eyes after hearing it in his voice, and reply with honesty, "Maybe, if it was just the alcohol talking, which it could’ve been I have no idea how irl to you right now Even the bartender"

"Well that sure as hell isn’t the fucking case," he says, pointing at his beer "It’s not the alcohol, babe That’s ain

"Okay," I reply with a quiet voice

"I meant what I said I do think that" CJ slides closer, his one hand flattening on the bar as he tips forward until he’s practically hovering on top of me Then he bends down and drops his head next toeverything I’ood friend oftrouble concentrating on anything else right now You want to know if I’ you, you look really fucking pretty sitting here next tohow the fuck I’ve gone years without knowing about you"

I aotten how to breathe

CJ leans back but doesn’t step away, so he’s still hovering, his legs still pressing againstive hiivesparts--his? I want to ask about that but instead, I decide to explain his last inquiry