"Please don't be offended," she says.
By now I just want to drop the topic. "It's OK. I don't blame you. It was a dumb idea."
"If you need another blanket, they're up here on the shelf."
"I won't."
"Well ... sleep well. And we'll talk more in the morning."
We both give the other a little embarrassed wave, and Jane goes into her bedroom. I can hear the little click of the latch to lock her door. This makes me even madder. Did she think I would come in and rape her?
It's a long time before I can fall asleep. I keep thinking about her, sometimes mad at her, sometimes wanting her, sometimes both together.
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