And then they returned to Paris, and slowly everything started to sour. Faced with André’s elation, with his arms wanting to hug her, and the kisses he inflicted on her the whole time, contemplating the friends he “absolutely must” introduce her to, like a spoil from some battle he’d won, she gradually withdrew. Why do cats that catch mice refuse to let them live? She wasn’t designed for this sort of invasion; she would have liked fewer imperatives, a slower, more serene commitment. The avid longing of his man’s hands frightened her, their oppressive lust gave her own desire no opportunity to
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