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Chapter 16
“Ifoundsomebabyoil.Letmerubitintoyourbehind.”
What?
“No.I’llbefine.”
“Anastasia,”hewarns,andIwanttorollmyeyesbutquicklystopmyself.Istandfacingthebed.Sittingbesideme,hegentlypullsmysweatpantsdownagain.Upanddownlikewhores’drawers,mysubconsciousremarksbitterly.Inmyhead,Itellherwheretogo.Christiansquirtsbabyoilintohishandandthenrubsmybehindwithcarefultenderness—frommakeupremovertosoothingbalmforaspankedass,whowouldhavethoughtitwassuchaversatileliquid.
“Ilikemyhandsonyou,”hemurmurs,andIhavetoagree;me,too.
“There,”hesayswhenhe’sfinished,andhepullsmypantsupagain.
Iglanceoveratmyclock.It’stenthirty.
“I’mleavingnow.”
“I’llseeyouout.”Istillcan’tlookathim.
Takingmyhand,heleadsmetothefrontdoor.Fortunately,Kateisstillnothome.ShemuststillbehavingdinnerwithherfolksandEthan.I’mreallygladshe’snotbeenaroundtohearmychastisement.
“Don’tyouhavetocallTaylor?”Iask,avoidingeyecontact.
“Taylor’sbeenheresincenine.Lookatme,”hebreathes.
Istruggletomeethiseyes,butwhenIdo,he’sgazingdownatmewithwonder.
“Youdidn’tcry,”hemurmurs,thengrabsmesuddenlyandkissesmefervently.“Sunday,”hewhispersagainstmylips,andit’sbothapromiseandathreat.
IwatchhimwalkdownthepathandclimbintothebigblackAudi.Hedoesn’tlookback.IclosethedoorandstandhelplessinthelivingroomofanapartmentthatIshallonlyspendanothertwonightsin.
