‘Please Rushe, fuck me.’ He considered her. After a long silence he got on the floor, holding his weight on his arms when he lay over her. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘One,’ he said, admiring her naked figure, then he kissed her one way and the other. ‘What?’ ‘You asked me about every woman I’ve made love to. There’s only been one. You.’ For a charmless man, Flick found herself charmed.
