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“Do what?”

“Nothing h and soft Confessional

“So…no dinners No dates No snuggling or kisses…or baths” I brush s?” I whisper over his skin

I feel hiood at it”

“I’d argue that on baths” I smile a bit as I feather a kiss over his collarbone “You’re sitting up Staying afloat In fact, you’re keeping me afloat Without support, I simply sink Quite like a stone”

His ot his eyes closed, so he doesn’t seeas I kiss one dimple, then the other

“Let ie” I wait a beat until his eyelids lift His mouth is still quirked up a bit as I say, “I’irls”

“How so?” He’s s to the rest of his face

“I don’t know I don’t knohat they’re like But I’m not like them I can sense all your malarkey”

He grins—just a flash, but it’s radiant I run my hand down his arm till my hand meets his, and then I squeeze “I think you’re roine you dis that’s what you do normally?”

He casts his eyes away fro faucet After a time, he says, “It’s different there Sometimes they want that, too”

I regard him with my eyes narrowed, my head tilted “You need women in your bed and bath You hate to be alone”

He erated, silly—as a cover for the weight of things “What ain

“You’re a barfly And the whole world knows you throw massive parties Besides that, I feel it”

His lips press together, see tremulous despite the way he widens his eyes and arches his brows; he’s trying for a silly a face, a much more casual impression