“How long since you have had it?” “Two years.” “You haven’t had sex for two years?” he gasps. “Nope.” “Jesus, Eliza.” he whispers. “Why not?” “I guess I’m waiting for Mr. Right this time.” He stares at me for a moment before he speaks. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re waiting for a Mr. Right to teach you how to be bad?” “Precisely.” I smile. “Do you know anyone?” I tease. He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek as if distracted. “Maybe.” I smile up at my beautiful friend. He looks so handsome in his dinner suit. I rearrange his bow tie and run my fingers through his messed-up
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