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My hands lifted as if to strangle him, but I dropped them

“At least you're not as prudish as I thought, you're just a closet—”

I slappedto say, don’t say it And second, just because I’ainst my wall doesn’t make me a prude” I took my hand off his face

“Why not? You're not ed, you are a free person No point in not living it up and enjoying yourself—”

“Those women you slept with, did theyit or right after When they left and you were alone, did you feel better? Tell uy home”

He got up, taking a seat on the coffee table again as he grabbedon the compression wrap

I didn’t flinch this tiuess that’s my cue to le—”

“I felt nothing” He looked me dead in the eye, eht them back, stripped them down, fucked them every way I could think of until neither of us could walk, and I still felt nothing afterward But ould you have me do, Guinevere? Pine after her? Read books about soive herI owned; I was about to give it to her, and she threw it back inSo yes, I fuck woreat I'd rather have thathurts You should know” When he finished, he gathered up everything on the table and walked into his kitchen

Getting up, I said nothing, glancing back to him only once before I left his apartainst s in there were the bed andin the center of …they were all different little dreams

He had sex to provide his moment of relief

I read about it, and the characters' lives

We were just the same

Eli

Hoas it possible? Even with raging round, she was still in an, heading to Rue 83, which was currently the hottest club in the city; I figured it had another two or three weeks before people found so

“You were the one who invitedall the fun What’s up with you?” Logan asked, resting against the bar, his eyes on a pretty brunette behind me