Ben's stomach sank. He'd been hoping for something positive in response to that question, if small. A muted smile, a hopeful shrug, something. Instead, she was acting as though he'd opened the door to a minefield. He'd said he thought what? The fact that she couldn't even finish the sentence certainly didn't bode well. But if he'd insulted her or offended her or otherwise done irreparable damage to their already fairly damaged relationship, how had she ended up in his bed with him?

"I say a lot of things I don't mean," he said, pulling his hand back. "I say a lot of stupid things." The unspoken implication: so can we just forget about them? He couldn't apologize for something he didn't even remember, but if he could have said something to keep the peace between the two of them, he would have.

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