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The thought catches me off guard.
Madison notices.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
She's getting far too good at reading me.
After dinner, she insists on helping with the dishes.
We're standing at the sink when she speaks.
“I've never done this before.”
“Washed dishes?”
She gives me a look.
“Stayed somewhere with a man.”
I turn toward her.
“What about boyfriends?”
“Never had one.”
I stare.
“You're kidding.”
“No.”
“Not one?”
“Do you need me to draw you a diagram?”
I lean against the counter.
She's twenty-two.
Beautiful.
Sharp enough to cut herself on her own sarcasm.
And she's never had a boyfriend?
“Why?”
She shrugs.
“Never met anyone I wanted to trust that much.”
That lands harder than I expect.
I know something about keeping people at a distance.
