It was a situation in which a slip of the tongue was par for the course. So he pretended he'd misheard the first time.
"Oh, Greg," she repeated. The sound was not much more than a breeze from her lips.
He was about to say, "You mean Tom."
But then she said: "Greg, you're such a flirt. You know I'm crazy about you, don't you."
That's an excerpt from the latest story on Fishnet, the online erotic fiction magazine I'm editing: Forgetting, by A. Silenus. To read more, read the rest of the story. (Not for anyone under 18.) Enjoy!