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“That must be it,” I deadpan. “If I wanted my vaginal penetration with a side order of disease, you’d definitely be the first person I’d seek out.” “Vaginal penetration?” he repeats. My nipples tighten, as if he just placed his hand inside my bra. “I doubt it would work anyway. Lot of cobwebs there. Too many to bust through, I imagine.”
I want the world to be a different place for the women who come after me. And the only way to make that happen is to ignore the fact that it isn’t different yet.
I hang up, and Ben turns to me. “So who’s the lucky sixty-nine-year-old?” I roll my eyes. “Your dad.” He smirks. “My dad is dead.” “That,” I reply, “would explain why he’s been so pleasantly quiet in bed.”
You and Mr. Tate will have to share a room, she’ll say. It has a twin bed, is only lit by romantic candlelight, and there’s nothing else available in the entire state. You’ll be sleeping in his t-shirt, and he will be completely nude.
“You okay?” I ask. “You look like you’re having a stroke.” “It’s cute that you’re worried about me,” he says, even more irritated than before. “It’s cute that you think that was worry, not optimism.”
“Guess who was arrested last night?” she whispers. “Ben. He just met with Fields about it. Debbie told me.” I blink. “Arrested?” It has to be a mistake. Ben is too smart for that. “He hit some guy at the party,” she says, “and the guy is a friend of Fields’. He won’t even explain why he did it. All hell is breaking loose.”
“This isn’t some elaborate attempt to poison me, is it?” His mouth curves to the side. “Not an elaborate one, no.”
“I want to be someone you trust enough to invite home, Gemma. And I’m willing to wait for it.”
He pulls me closer and presses his lips to the top of my head. “You want to burn the whole world to ash, just to make sure every path she walks is cleared for her. I know the feeling.”
“I heard someone outside this morning, so I went to the window and there he was, shoveling my path, wearing a suit.”
“I have waited for you, Gemma Charles, for two years. Every day of two fucking years. You don’t really think I’m letting you go after all that?”
