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The only time people talk about me, it’s with fear. Like I’m the boogeyman hiding under their beds, ready to kill them with a single attack.
Funny, but the so-called peace only seems to apply to those with money and power.
This woman doesn’t deserve to die for sleeping with a married man.
“No one could look at you and find you anything less than perfect.”
“I really, really would like to strip you down and spend the rest of the night enjoying each other. You can get back to arguing with me in the morning if you insist.”
Her breasts deserve worship, and I’m only too happy to kneel at the altar of her body.
Some might call them imperfections, but they just make her that much more real to me. A goddess, yes, but a woman made of flesh and blood. A woman I wish was mine.
“Gods, Calypso. I could get addicted to you.”
She kisses me the same way she touches me; as if I’m something—someone—beyond price.
Offering your heart to another person on a platter is a good way to get it thrown in the trash. Or a meat grinder.
I don’t know if I’d qualify last night as fun. It was more like a religious experience, except I’m not religious and I don’t even know if I believe in the gods.”
I’m warning you now, Calypso, I’m going to fall in love with you. Prepare yourself.”
“Promise me that you won’t bargain anything away for me. That if this person asks for something outrageous or unforgivable, that we’ll leave Olympus. Together.” “I promise,” I lie.