“Why don’t you just do it now?” I think I could do it like this—get it over with. Stop feeling like it could happen at any time. Finally get the smallest sense of peace. “You could fuck me tonight. I’ll say yes.” He lumbers up the stairs, practically carrying me now. “That’s your massive blood alcohol content talking, sweetheart.” He assists me down the hall toward the stairs, but my legs give out. “Oops.” He lifts me up and turns into the library, where he helps me onto a leather chaise. He covers me with a soft blanket draped over the chair, and my eyes flutter closed. I guess this is
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