“What makes you think you’re going to want to stop having sex with me?” She got out two glasses, two small plates, two forks. “The law of averages.” “Oh, that. I defy the law of averages.” “A lot of people believe they do. They don’t.” She poured the wine, studying him as she offered a glass. “I like your nose.” “Abigail, you fucking fascinate me. Why do you like my nose?”
