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“Oh. That.”

“It’s all I can do to not come on that third one,” I confess. “At least I know I’m doing something right.”

“You do everything right,” Maggie says.

“So, it’s not too…boring?”

“What? Why would you ever think it’s boring?” she asks.

“Because I’m me. Wyatt called me a prude who couldn’t satisfy you, at least not for long before you run back to him. That was why I hit him that night.”

Maggie shakes her head. “Wyatt and I were good together, sure. But I don’t want to be with him. I was never stupid enough to get caught with him in public just because I couldn’t resist him a second longer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I didn’t ever three-chant for him.”

“No?”

She shakes her head and lays it back on my shoulder with a heavy sigh. “And he only kicked me out of his bed that night I left because…”

“Because why?” I ask when she trails off.

Maggie lifts her head again to tell me, “Well, the reason Wyatt and I broke up…it was because of you.”

“Me? That doesn’t make any sense. I barely even texted you back then!”

Her face goes three shades darker red as she lowers her eyes. “It wasn’t that. It was…I sort of…he heard me say your name in my sleep. More than once. And he woke me up that night to ask me what I was dreaming about. I could’ve lied, but I told him the truth. I was dreaming about you.”

“Really?” I ask in surprise. “You had dreams about me?”

“Yes.”

“Sex dreams?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

I release her hip to lift my fist to my mouth to try and hide my smile but it’s probably a few seconds too late.

“It’s not funny, Teddy!” Maggie mutters. “We had this huge argument in the middle of the night. I told him I couldn’t control what my subconscious mind does when I’m sleeping and that you didn’t see me that way, which turned out was the wrong thing to say. He pointed out that if you did see me as more than a friend, then the two of us would be together. After he threw my pillow at me, he said he wouldn’t sleep next to me again if I was in love with you, not unless I married him…so I packed up and left.”

“So, Wyatt proposed to you after you had a dream about me and were arguing?”

“Yes.”

“Was it just a dream or was it more?” I can’t resist asking her.

Maggie wets her lips and then finally gives me the answer to the question I’ve wondered for a decade. “More. For me it’s always been more. So now you know. That’s why I think I should move out.”

God, the answer seems so simple now. I was making it more complicated than it needed to be.

Maggie and I have always been on the same page. How could I doubt that for a second? Or for ten years?

Relieved, I lift her off her feet and spin her around, making her laugh before she slides back down my body.

“Teddy!”

“What?”