“It won’t matter.” Azazel drains his wine and sets the glass down on the table. “I’m sorry, Eve. You may never forgive me for this, but at least you’ll be alive to hate me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” He glances at the door, and his expression goes stony. “One day, you’ll understand and forgive me for this.”
missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sideways, outside, on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, against the wall, in the shower, in an abandoned shack, on the floor, in the garden, against the window, in heaven, in hell, in purgatory, NO BREAKS
“That was for clients, a group that you no longer belong to. I think you’ll find that, if I can’t control anything else in my life right now, I can control this.”