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I
frown
and
return
to
my
now
cold
food
.
I
’
m
too
excited
to
eat
,
Christian
.
Don
’
t
you
understand
?
my
subconscious
explains
.
But
I
’
m
too
much
of
a
coward
to
voice
these
thoughts
aloud
,
especially
when
he
looks
so
sullen
.
Hmm
,
like
a
small
boy
.
I
find
the
thought
amusing
.
“
What
’
s
so
funny
?
”
he
asks
.
I
shake
my
head
,
not
daring
tell
him
,
and
keep
my
eyes
on
my
food
.
Swallowing
my
last
piece
of
pancake
,
I
peek
up
at
him
.
He
’
s
eyeing
me
speculatively
.
“
Good
girl
,
”
he
says
.
“
I
’
ll
take
you
home
when
you
’
ve
dried
your
hair
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
getting
ill
.
”
There
’
s
some
kind
of
unspoken
promise
in
his
words
.
What
does
he
mean
?
I
leave
the
table
,
wondering
for
a
moment
if
I
should
ask
permission
but
dismissing
the
idea
.
Sounds
like
a
dangerous
precedent
to
set
.
I
head
back
to
his
bedroom
.
A
thought
stops
me
.
“
Where
did
you
sleep
last
night
?
”
I
turn
to
gaze
at
him
still
sitting
in
the
dining
room
chair
.
I
can
’
t
see
any
blankets
or
sheets
out
here
—
perhaps
he
’
s
had
them
tidied
away
.
“
In
my
bed
,
”
he
says
simply
,
his
gaze
impassive
again
.
“
Oh
.
”
“
Yes
,
it
was
quite
a
novelty
for
me
,
too
.
”
He
smiles
.
“
Not
having
…
sex
.
”
There
—
I
said
the
word
.
I
blush
—
of
course
.
“
No
.
”
He
shakes
his
head
and
frowns
as
if
recalling
something
uncomfortable
.
“
Sleeping
with
someone
.
”
He
picks
up
his
newspaper
and
continues
to
read
.
