A lock of his sandy hair fell forward into his face, and standing there in the unlit hallway with his shirt undone and his chest heaving, it gave him an air of an impassioned and slightly deranged movie villain. “How dare I? You’ve invaded my entire life, pushed me to bare my family secrets, probed at the hopes and desires I’ve never spoken of to anyone else, and I’ve let you. But when I ask for reciprocity, you won’t give me a single, fucking scrap of the real Maxine!”
