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“
You
haven
’
t
answered
my
question
.
”
“
I
’
ll
write
you
an
e
-
mail
,
”
he
mutters
petulantly
.
Standing
,
he
empties
his
jeans
pockets
of
BlackBerry
,
keys
,
wallet
,
and
money
.
Holy
cow
,
men
carry
a
lot
of
crap
in
their
pockets
.
He
strips
off
his
watch
,
shoes
,
socks
,
and
jeans
and
places
his
jacket
over
my
chair
.
He
walks
around
to
the
other
side
of
the
bed
and
slides
in
.
“
Lie
down
,
”
he
orders
.
I
slip
slowly
under
the
covers
,
wincing
,
staring
at
him
.
Jeez
…
he
’
s
staying
.
I
think
I
’
m
numb
with
elated
shock
.
He
leans
up
on
one
elbow
,
staring
down
at
me
.
“
If
you
are
going
to
cry
,
cry
in
front
of
me
.
I
need
to
know
.
”
“
Do
you
want
me
to
cry
?
”
“
Not
particularly
.
I
just
want
to
know
how
you
’
re
feeling
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
slipping
through
my
fingers
.
Switch
the
light
off
.
It
’
s
late
,
and
we
both
have
to
work
tomorrow
.
”
So
here
…
and
still
so
bossy
,
but
I
can
’
t
complain
;
he
’
s
in
my
bed
.
I
don
’
t
quite
understand
why
…
maybe
I
should
weep
more
often
in
front
of
him
.
I
switch
off
the
bedside
light
.
“
Lie
on
your
side
,
facing
away
from
me
,
”
he
murmurs
in
the
darkness
.
