I managed to think, Can't. I understood the fine art of compromise between a couple in a way that I never had before. It was like he drank my soul, and saying it out loud was too poetic for me. You've- Been a prostitute, he finished for me, and his eyes never flinched.
The ardeur hadn't risen, yet. He wrapped his arms tighter around me, and the blanket slid off. Probably not. He gave me that smile that was part puzzlement, part irony, part self-deprecation, and part something else.
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