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"I'm sorry I got so drunk. I'm sorry I called you Matt when we were kissing. How bad was it?" She meekly smiled at him.
"Oh, it was bad." Kade stared at her. "You pretty much cut off my balls and my dick! Not to mention parts of my ass cheeks and my prostate. In fact, anything at all remotely connected to my manhood is now gone! Do I still have a beard?"
Her head dropped. Then she looked up at him through teary lashes. "Then how did we-" If calling him Matt while they were making out hot and heavy upset him this much, she could not imagine what not remembering if they had their first sexual encounter would do to him. Trying a humorous approach, she turned red thinking how in the hell she'd ask if they had sex.
"Oh, we didn't," he asserted, knowing where she was headed with this. "I'm really not into comatose women."