His eyebrow rose. “Hark doesn’t do relationships, either.” “That’s fine. I don’t want to marry him. I just want to—” “Do not say it.” “—use his beautiful, former rower’s body.” “She fucking said it,” he mumbled. “Can you please not put in my head images that a therapist will have me reenact with dolls five years down the line?” “But it’s so fun.”
