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His nose is straight, his mouth full and perfectly made to whisper dark, dirty things.
His hair is dark and thick—a few strands fall over his forehead, giving him an effortless, edgy, I-don’t-give-a-fuck kind of look.
With my fiancé—Jade.”
Wrong Should be fiancee
And now my cock strains against my pants like a prisoner in a cage.
He'd say "trousers
my hand gropes for the night table drawer,
He'd Say "bedside table
I’ll explain tomorrow, after you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep.”
Would Not say "gotten" he's English
Behind me, the Queen asks softly, “What in the world has gotten into you, Nicholas?” It’s a decent question. I’m not feeling at all like myself lately. My arms rise at my sides, a helpless shrug. “The beginning of the end has gotten into me.”
Wouldn't Say gotten
The drapes are a gauzy opal, light enough to lift
Not drapes Americanism English is curtains
“Minus the elevator filled with blood,
Not elevator English "lift"
“He won’t know what to make of it. It’ll drive him insane. A woman’s weapons of mass destruction are indifference and confusion.”
When I came back to school in the fall, things were different.
Wrong He'd say Autumn
And if you had gotten yourself killed tonight it would’ve
Not gotten
the impressive bulge prominently displayed in my snug pants.
Should Be trousers pants are underwear
pulls my shirt from the pants and yanks
As above
I’ve gotten through it the way
Should Be got
On the sidewalk, just near the car,
Should Be pavement
