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I get up and step toward him, and his determined scowl droops

“Stevie…” He says in a tormented voice that tells me I’ve won already

My lips are about to hit his when I turn away

“No,” I say in a low voice of my o, “you don’t understand”

I flop back onto the couch, es me But if ive it away later I have to

I tilt my head up partway, so I look at him out of lowered eyes

“I’in”

Chapter 3: Clayton

A what? No fucking way, tell

My eyes trace her for a telltale twinkle in her eye or a naughty half smirk But the more I look at her, the irlish way she flirted with me The bashful way she couldn’t quite throw herself into it And even just now, gaping at e apparatus she didn’t know the first thing about actually operating

It must be true Worse than that, is the fact of who the woman I’m about to fuck is My son’s nanny How screwed up is that?

I turn away frorind my teeth into powder I’m no better than ht noas about to do the unthinkable with the girl who’s a virgin on top of everything Soirls would be absolutely brutalized by the experience, especially when things end how they always end

I’ve been single these past few years not fro — I’ve uy who does relationships I’ible as some of these woht around the end of our first date or two together, if that

“I should go then?”

Her icy voice disrupts e a half-conscious nod

What a Winston’s nanny is obvious But I can’t bear to fire her at this exact irl is probably reeling

The spot onis now empty