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Chapter 10
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“Oh…notevenoneofthefifteen?”Hesmiles.
“Youremembered.No,noneofthefifteen.”
“Oh.”
“Youknow,Anastasia,it’sbeenaweekendoffirstsforme,too,”hesaysquietly.
“Ithas?”
“I’veneversleptwithanyone,neverhadsexinmybed,neverflownagirlinCharlieTango,neverintroducedawomantomymother.Whatareyoudoingtome?”Hiseyesburn,theirintensitytakesmybreathaway.
Thewaitressarriveswithourglassesofwine,andIimmediatelytakeaquicksip.Isheopeninguporjustmakingacasualobservation?
“I’vereallyenjoyedthisweekend,”Imurmur.Henarrowshiseyesatmeagain.
“Stopbitingthatlip,”hegrowls.“Me,too,”headds.
“What’svanillasex?”Iask,ifanythingtodistractmyselffromtheintense,burning,sexylookhe’sgivingme.Helaughs.
“Juststraightforwardsex,Anastasia.Notoys,noadd-ons.”Heshrugs.“Youknow…well,actuallyyoudon’t,butthat’swhatitmeans.”
“Oh.”Ithoughtitwaschocolatefudgebrowniesexthatwehad,withacherryonthetop.Buthey,whatdoIknow?
Thewaitressbringsussoup.Webothstareatitratherdubiously.
“Nettlesoup,”thewaitressinformsusbeforeturningandflouncingbackintothekitchen.Idon’tthinkshelikestobeignoredbyChristian.Itakeatentativetaste.It’sdelicious.ChristianandIlookupateachotheratthesametimewithrelief.Igiggle,andhecockshisheadtooneside.
“That’salovelysound,”hemurmurs.
