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We
are
balanced
on
the
delicate
seesaw
that
is
our
strange
arrangement
—
at
different
ends
,
vacillating
,
and
it
tips
and
sways
between
us
.
We
both
need
to
edge
closer
to
the
middle
.
I
just
hope
neither
of
us
falls
off
in
our
attempt
to
do
so
.
This
is
all
so
quick
.
Maybe
I
need
some
distance
.
Georgia
seems
more
appealing
than
ever
.
As
I
begin
brushing
my
teeth
,
he
knocks
.
“
Come
in
,
”
I
splutter
through
a
mouthful
of
toothpaste
.
Christian
stands
in
the
doorway
,
his
PJs
hanging
off
his
hips
in
that
way
that
makes
every
little
cell
in
my
body
stand
up
and
take
notice
.
He
’
s
bare
-
chested
,
and
I
drink
him
in
like
I
’
m
crazed
with
thirst
and
he
’
s
clear
,
cool
mountain
spring
water
.
He
gazes
at
me
impassively
,
then
smirks
and
comes
to
stand
beside
me
.
Our
eyes
lock
in
the
mirror
,
gray
to
blue
.
I
finish
with
his
toothbrush
,
rinse
it
off
,
and
hand
it
to
him
,
my
look
never
leaving
his
.
Wordlessly
,
he
takes
the
toothbrush
from
me
and
puts
it
in
his
mouth
.
I
smirk
back
at
him
,
and
his
eyes
are
suddenly
dancing
with
humor
.
“
Do
feel
free
to
borrow
my
toothbrush
.
”
His
tone
is
gently
mocking
.
“
Thank
you
,
Sir
,
”
I
smile
sweetly
,
and
I
leave
,
heading
back
to
bed
.
A
few
minutes
later
he
joins
me
.
“
You
know
this
is
not
how
I
saw
tonight
panning
out
,
”
he
mutters
petulantly
.
“
Imagine
if
I
said
to
you
that
you
couldn
’
t
touch
me
.
”
He
clambers
onto
the
bed
and
sits
cross
-
legged
.
“
Anastasia
,
I
’
ve
told
you
.
Fifty
shades
.
I
had
a
rough
start
in
life
—
you
don
’
t
want
that
shit
in
your
head
.
Why
would
you
?
”
