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"How did you go from simply borrowing an outfit to the ridiculous conclusion that we slept together?" I ask, denying the fact of the matter, feigning complete ignorance.

"The blush—" Jordan begins.

"The curry is quite spicy, you know," I say, flatly, cutting him off with a bit of a half truth.

"You're wearing the same, black loafers from yesterday—" Jordan starts.

"Yes, I borrowed the outfit, but not his shoes—we might be about the same size clothes, but we certainly don't share the same size shoe," I say, calmly, cutting him off again. I sip my glass of water.

"Okay, so you borrowed the outfit, but why? Maybe because you didn't want me to notice that you hadn't changed clothes from the night before—" Jordan attempts to continue, nailing the truth, making me mentally scramble for a plausible excuse.

"I borrowed the outfit, because when I got to his room, I spilled hot coffee all over my clothes—" I counter quickly, just managing to cut him off yet again.

"Hot coffee? You don't drink coffee—I'm sure hot liquids were spilled, but it—" Jordan starts to spit out.

"He spent the night," Edmund admits, cutting into the formerly two-way bickering as he wipes his hands with a tablecloth. My blush deepens, Edmund's admission ringing within the space between my ears. He reaches for a glass of water as he peers at Jordan, adding, "but nothing of the sort that you imply ever happened."

"It's fine. You guys don't have to admit it. It's no big deal that you did. I'm not hurt that I was lied to or anything," Jordan says in mock surrender.

"I said, we did nothing of the sort, and I meant it. We fell asleep, nothing more," Edmund says, simply, but, to me, his words seem to suggest that he knows much more than he'd previously told me. He seems to be hiding something.

"Did something else happen that even I don't know about?" I ask, zeroing in on Edmund, who simply raises his brow at me and my question. Perhaps I should have asked him in private, but now it's a bit too late for that—the need to know already forced me to ask. "What is it that you've not told me?"

"Everything I said earlier is the truth." Edmund sips his water, smiling from behind his glass as he adds, "you do look quite handsome wearing my clothes."

"Well, thank you, but enough with the flattery," I urge him to continue as the heat in my cheeks intensifies. "You may have told the truth, but you're withholding something else."

"If you insist," Edmund says as he lowers his glass onto the table. "I only withheld that which is of a sensitive nature in regards to what you shared in confidence with me."

"What did I share?" I ask, puzzled. Edmund sneaks a sideways glance at Jordan, before returning to me as he takes another sip of his water—I receive his unspoken message to mean that perhaps he doesn't think that anything I may have discussed should be reviewed with our current company present. "Jordan knows practically everything there is to know about me. Whatever it is that I may have told you, Jordan probably already knows."

"Right. Well, you broke down and told me everything that happened with your previous friends, how you were outed even though you've never had relations with either a girl or a guy before—"

"Hah! I knew it! I knew you're a virgin!" Jordan exclaims. The other seated patrons around our table gawk and whisper to each other. I shoot Jordan a narrowed glance. "Sorry."

"I thought you said he knew everything. That seemed to be a surprise reaction, if ever I've seen one," Edmund comments.

"He's asked previously, but I've never admitted whether I was or wasn't," I say, returning my attention solely on Edmund, who seems hesitant to continue.