Risky reminiscing

I took a deep breath and smiled sideways at her. "You're really gonna make me say it? Can't just enjoy a nice drink as friends?" Well played I thought to myself as I saw her poorly disguised pained expression to my referring to us as 'friends'.

"Well, I think I should be allowed to know wh-"

"Anal" I cut her off. Jess looked confused, then bewildered and then embarrassed. It was beautiful to see. When she recovered, she looked around to see if anyone had overheard me and satisfied she'd dodged that bullet, she leant in closer.

"....No" she started. "I don't think so, I didn't ever she that we shou-"

"We'd been together for about a two months and I vividly remember you asking me in the heat of the moment to..." I cleared my throat and smiled for effect "asking me to bum you." I smirked maliciously as Jess looked genuinely horrified and defiant.

"I never did!" she said loudly throwing a beer mat at me across the table. "you're so full of shit, Steve."

I laughed and dodged some more beer mats projectiles before following up my claim.

"So, it was just my imagination then? I just dreamt up the whole thing?"

"Clearly. That's the sort of thing you WOULD dream about." You and I, we never talked about...that."

"Not how I remember it, Jess" I said looking down at my drink and tapping my temple with a pair of fingers. As I lifted my drink to my mouth I saw a mix of flashes of her trying to remember, admittedly through a barrier of booze, and, more encouragingly, her remembering different times we'd had sex. "Score" I thought, lowering my glass. "Well, say that's true then." I continued. "That I'm mistaken and you never did ask me about it. Do you think we ever would have?" Inside I was a knot of nerves, **** and excitement waiting for her response.

Jess looked down at her drink and stirred it purposefully. She replied, but her words were lost under the sudden roar of some football fans at the bar.

"What? I said.

"I said I'd have done anything to keep you." This was as exciting to me as it was tragically sweet. I knew that it was probably all talk from her and she never would have actually gone through with it. But a man can dream.

Jess moved the conversation quickly away from the topic with a few jokes.and some more flirty nonsense. Soon her embarrassment at disclosing maybe a little too much information has passed and was seemingly forgotten. By Jess at least.