Last time... years ago. It was fantastic, frantic... final. My faux anger faded instantly when he mentioned it, replaced by pain and uncertainty.<strong>"Don't talk to me about last time,"</strong>I said, quietly, leaving no room for argument. I released his shirt, straightening it out with my palm before turning away from him.<strong>"Maybe... maybe it'll happen again. But I don't want to think about before. Got it?"</strong>I turned my head back to him, just enough to see his reaction.