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back with a wide sarcastic smile.
    I took the shoe from him, and smiled, but the smile was quickly replaced with a sigh. “Cleve, this, bu y ing me this shoe is not going to just make everything alright,” I managed to say. “You left my house the other night without a word, and you’ve been avoiding me throughout the week. This pair of shoes is not just going to make everything fine.”
    “I know, but I thought it could be a start to ma k ing it alright,” he let out a sigh. “Look Addie, I know I messed up. When I saw you received that text, I felt jealous. And then I realized that I had no right to be jealous over you, that I had no right to be there with you, that way, at that time.”
    I almost cut him off. “You had the right to be there, Cleve. I invited you in. I asked you to stay, so you had every right to be there.”
    “I know, Addie, and I am sorry for the way I ha n dled everything. I’ve been ashamed of my actions and that was the reason you didn’t see me all week.”
    Cleve might be a little arrogant, but he was a l ways quick to apologize every time he did something he knew was wrong. He was the balance between arr o gance and humility.
    I nodded and smiled, “It’s okay.”
    He sighed in relief, and then he looked over my shoulder. “Where is your car?”
    “I came in a cab.”
    “I’ll drive you home,” he said as he rushed into the house to grab his car keys.
     
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    We drove to my house in silence, with both of us being cautious, not wanting to say anything that would upset each other. I would have asked him where we were going from there in our relationship since he a d mitted that he was jealous over me, but I didn’t want to pressure him into saying what I wanted him to say. If he wanted a relationship with me, I wanted him to say it without any prodding from me.
    At last, we arrived at my house.
    “Thank you for driving me home,” I said as I r e leased the seat belt. “I’ll talk to you later.” I opened the door and started to get out.
    “Addie,” he called.
    I closed the door and waited to hear what he had to say.
    “Aren’t you going to invite me in for a drink?”
    I smiled and blinked my eyes softly. “Go home, young man.” I opened the door again, but before I could step out, he called again.
    “Addie,”
    Once again, I closed the door, and waited.
    “I insist,” he said softly.
    I shrugged. “Okay.”
    When we got into the house, he went for the floor, the carpet. I was surprised that he didn’t sit on the couch, but I didn’t ask him about it.
    “Do you have any strong drink?” he asked as he sat on the floor.
    “Whiskey?”
    “That’s fine with me,” he replied.
    I went to my refrigerator and grabbed two bo t tles of whiskey and two cups. I hadn’t intended to drink that night, but I felt it wouldn’t be polite if I didn’t drink with him.
    I placed the drink and cups on the floor, and then sat down beside him. He grabbed a bottle and filled both cups. We took a sip and placed the cups back on the floor.
    “Truth or dare,” he said.
    I stared at him, surprised. “Cleve, we’re adults. We don’t have to play those childish games to start a conversation.”
    He smiled. “We’ll play the game in an adult way.”
    “Cleve?”
    “Trust me. I promise you will like it,” he said. “We’ll do it this way. If I say truth or dare and you choose truth, then I will ask you any question. If you feel you don’t want to answer, then you take a shot of whi s key as a penalty for it. The same happens if you choose a dare.”
    “That actually sounds like fun.”
    “Are you in?” he asked enthusiastically.
    I nodded. Then, he sat closer to me, but the two bottles of whiskey sat between us.
    “Truth or dare?” he started the game.
    I thought a little while and then answered, “Truth.”
    “When was the last time you had sex?” he asked.
    His question shocked me. If I told him the truth that I haven’t had sex in more than six months, he would