Chapter ３６

David averts his gaze. You're fixated on the idea of me being with someone else. Do you have anything to say, Anna? Spit it out and stop choking on it. He releases me and crosses his arms over the chair's back when I don't answer right away. "What do you care if I fuck away every memory of you after this with a lovely partner or two? I have a purpose for you, but it's fleeting. You have made that quite plain.

“I—”

Tonight, you get this cock. He palms his jeans while doing so. "That's a different topic if you want to renegotiate,"

I want to renegotiate, of course. Two nights are not enough, and neither was one night ever going to be. David and I have both showed the other our edges, and we've both come to the conclusion that, at least when it comes to fucking, those edges join together to form a jigsaw that I could spend years unraveling. We fit.

But it may just be in my brain.