Those small movements drew small, quick, sounds from him, almost sounds of protest. You're a better woman than I am, Anita. I've had hundreds of people tell me they love me, but they didn't mean it. If I'd been a better girl, I'd have said something out loud to be sure.
I closed my eyes and let the air out in a long slow sigh. Focus, Anita, focus. e your body a weapon, and all that is left is a small screaming voice inside your head that makes you a victim. If I had not put a leg over his body to help hold him against me, it wouldn't have been quite so compromising.
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