Page 160 of Playing Dirty

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He shifted on the bed.

“Then what are you doing.”

I didn’t answer immediately.

Because I didn’t have one that sounded normal.

Mason

She didn’t answer.

That told me more than an answer would’ve.

The room was still the same.

But it wasn’t.

Something had changed in how we were occupying it.

Not distance.

Not position.

Attention.

I sat up slightly now.

Not fully facing her yet.

But closer to it.

“You do this thing,” I said.

“What thing.”

“Like you’re observing everything before deciding what it means.”

She didn’t deny it.

That was important.

Instead:

“And you don’t?”

I paused.

Then:

“I decide faster.”

“That doesn’t mean correctly.”

That got a reaction out of me.

Small.

But real.

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