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“
I
find
it
difficult
to
sleep
,
and
I
’
m
not
used
to
sleeping
with
anyone
,
”
he
murmurs
.
I
can
’
t
fathom
his
mood
.
He
seems
a
little
despondent
,
but
it
’
s
difficult
to
tell
in
the
darkness
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
tone
of
the
piece
he
was
playing
.
He
puts
his
arm
around
me
and
gently
walks
me
back
to
the
bedroom
.
“
How
long
have
you
been
playing
?
You
play
beautifully
.
”
“
Since
I
was
six
.
”
“
Oh
.
”
Christian
as
a
six
-
year
-
old
boy
…
my
mind
conjures
an
image
of
a
beautiful
,
copper
-
haired
little
boy
with
gray
eyes
and
my
heart
melts
—
a
moppet
-
haired
kid
who
likes
impossibly
sad
music
.
“
How
are
you
feeling
?
”
he
asks
when
we
are
back
in
the
room
.
He
switches
on
a
sidelight
.
“
I
’
m
good
.
”
We
both
glance
down
at
the
bed
at
the
same
time
.
There
’
s
blood
on
the
sheets
—
evidence
of
my
lost
virginity
.
I
flush
,
embarrassed
,
pulling
the
duvet
tighter
around
me
.
“
Well
,
that
’
s
going
to
give
Mrs
.
Jones
something
to
think
about
,
”
Christian
mutters
as
he
stands
in
front
of
me
.
He
puts
his
hand
under
my
chin
and
tips
my
head
back
,
staring
down
at
me
.
His
eyes
are
intense
as
he
examines
my
face
.
I
realize
that
I
’
ve
not
seen
his
naked
chest
before
.
Instinctively
,
I
reach
out
to
run
my
fingers
through
the
smattering
of
dark
hair
on
his
chest
to
see
how
it
feels
.
Immediately
,
he
steps
back
out
of
my
reach
.
“
Get
into
bed
,
”
he
says
sharply
.
His
voice
softens
.
“
I
’
ll
come
and
lie
down
with
you
.
”
I
drop
my
hand
and
frown
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ve
ever
touched
his
torso
He
opens
a
chest
of
drawers
and
pulls
out
a
T
-
shirt
and
quickly
slips
it
on
.
