“Alec?” He shakes his head slowly, a pained expression on his face. “I tried. I… fuck it. I read what you left for me,” he says. “It was… very enlightening.” He’s read it all. I can’t believe I showed him. The books I’d chosen… they’re all some of my favorites, but they’re not anything that could be considered tame. A non-romance reader would call it straight-up porn. But he said he wouldn’t read it. He’d drawn a line in the sand. “I don’t understand you,” I say. “You said you wouldn’t look at it. You were the one who said we couldn’t do this!” “We shouldn’t,” he says. His face looks strained.
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