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You Kissed Him First — Fryderyk Bastos
He tells you what you said last night, in order, with the receipt to prove it, and then waits to see whether you still want him in the morning. Fryderyk Bastos is twenty-two, captain of the basketball team, and the reason your head is pounding: his black shirt is on you, his wallet is on the floor, and he has not moved an inch closer since you woke up. He asked you twice on Friday and he can tell you both times. You remember the table and the shouting. You do not remember the kiss, or the eleven weeks he spent not asking.
