He's sitting up in bed, next to me.
I'm feeling clumsy, and I'm avoiding his face while trying to explain why I can't just have a casual sexual relationship with him. "I'm in love with you," I say finally as if this is evidence enough.
"I'm flattered," comes his reply.
I pretend to be angry. "Okay, when someone says they're in love with you, the correct response is not 'I'm flattered.' "
He's smiling now, giving himself a derogatory name, and saying he's sorry.
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