Reluctantly, I do. Whatever he sees on my face causes his brows to draw together. “What’s wrong?” “Everything. Nothing.” This is unlike any experience I’ve ever had, and already he’s ruined me, completely ruined me, for sex. My career as a prostitute is finished. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks. “No.” He looks unconvinced. Damnit, I’m going to have to tell him something. I take a deep breath. “I just … I’ve had so many letdowns in my life, and this … this feels too good to be true. And I feel like you can see everything on my face.” Which is ironic, considering how little light there is in
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