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"What did he say to you?"
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"The fact that I attempted to interrogate you during sex should tell you that no, I am not going to let this go," he responds, twisting a strand of my hair around his finger.
"Don't "mmm" me."
"Mmm," I repeat, unable to stop the smile forming on my face.
"I can hear you smiling," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
"Oh shut up," I laugh, lacing my fingers with his.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" he says after a moment.
"Okay, fine," I sigh, squeezing his hand gently. "Brad told me that he loves me, and he hates to be doing this to his best friend, but he loves me." Adam doesn't respond, and I squeeze his hand again.
"Yeah. That's what I thought, too," I reply, rolling over so I'm facing him. I meet his blue eyes, and he bites his lip.
"I don't know."
"I don't know," I respond, making him chuckle.
"Deal with it in the morning," he says lazily, kissing my forehead and pulling me into his chest.
"Mmm," I respond, wrapping my leg around both of his.
I don't know if it's just the alcohol talking or if Brad actually meant what he said. Either way, he didn't seem to be acting strange around Adam or me. Could it be that I was that oblivious?

While I try to figure out what to do
And listen to Spanish music

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