You know what this is. I guess I do. The moment Azazel shuts the door, I shrug out of my robe. I’m not wearing anything underneath. His shocked inhale is almost—almost—enough to make me look at him. “Eve?” “I can’t think anymore.” It’s suddenly all too much. I close my eyes. “I know this is fucked on so many levels, Azazel. I shouldn’t be here.” There’s no sound to indicate movement, but when he speaks, his voice comes from in front of me. “Are you doing this to help or to hurt?” I shrug helplessly. “Both?” His strained chuckle tugs at something in my chest. I don’t want to understand him. I
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