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He opened his eyes to her smile, a smirky half-thing that lifted one side of her mouth higher and made her eyes shine like bright stars.
She laughed, a little one. “You had too much to drink.” She yanked the covers off of him.
He looked at himself. Fully clothed, his tie loosened but still looped dangerously around his neck, even his shoes still on. Taking everything in, he mirrored her smile, lopsided and all, and shook his head. “Did I do anything embarrassing?”
“Oh, darling, you always do.”
Even now, years later, he could not see where the slap came from, but if he thought too long about it his cheek would redden with fresh pain like it just happened.
She never did tell him why.
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