She loves (not wisely, but too well) easily and has yet to get the knack of falling out of love.
Bruises in the shape of his hands, but she doesn't wince. The place where teeth had been (would be), where she should have scarred but didn't.
"I asked you if you wanted me to stop. I was going to try, but you told me to forget about it."
She pauses, drawing a breath. "Santino is about blood and flattery and sex. If you ask me to cut him off, I will. The other two are friends about whom I care very much...but have not and will not fuck. So explain to me what it is that I'm doing?"
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She loves (not wisely, but too well) easily and has yet to get the knack of falling out of love.
Bruises in the shape of his hands, but she doesn't wince. The place where teeth had been (would be), where she should have scarred but didn't.
"I asked you if you wanted me to stop. I was going to try, but you told me to forget about it."
She pauses, drawing a breath. "Santino is about blood and flattery and sex. If you ask me to cut him off, I will. The other two are friends about whom I care very much...but have not and will not fuck. So explain to me what it is that I'm doing?"