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"Do you want to go inside?"
Ahote's question could be completely innocent, but his body language made me read it differently—it was so much more than a simple suggestion, and I had a feeling of where this was going.
It made me nervous.
I didn't reply to his question, instead, I tore my eye away from him and fixed them on the flowers below. It wasn't that I didn't want to sleep with Ahote. I did — I really did, but I was worried that something had sparked in him to suddenly want this. If I knew anything about Ahote it was that he wasn't hasty and ruminated over his thoughts for days before deciding on something. This seemed too sudden.
"Is everything alright?" The worry in Ahote's tone made me look up at him. I bit my bottom lip, feeling bad for making him panic. His face was flus
