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“
Don
’
t
look
at
me
like
that
.
”
His
voice
is
colder
and
scolding
as
he
lets
go
of
my
hand
.
I
flush
,
chastened
,
and
stare
down
at
my
fingers
,
and
I
know
,
I
know
that
someone
stubbed
cigarettes
out
on
Christian
.
I
feel
sick
.
“
Did
she
do
that
?
”
I
whisper
before
I
can
stop
myself
.
He
says
nothing
,
so
I
’
m
forced
to
look
at
him
.
He
’
s
glaring
at
me
.
“
She
?
Mrs
.
Robinson
?
She
’
s
not
an
animal
,
Anastasia
.
Of
course
she
didn
’
t
.
I
don
’
t
understand
why
you
feel
you
have
to
demonize
her
.
”
He
’
s
standing
there
,
naked
,
gloriously
naked
,
with
my
blood
on
him
…
and
we
’
re
finally
having
this
conversation
.
And
I
’
m
naked
,
too
—
neither
of
us
has
anywhere
to
hide
,
except
perhaps
the
bath
.
I
take
a
deep
breath
,
move
past
him
,
and
step
down
into
the
water
.
It
is
deliciously
warm
,
soothing
,
and
deep
.
I
melt
into
the
fragrant
foam
and
stare
up
at
him
,
hiding
among
the
bubbles
.
“
I
just
wonder
what
you
would
be
like
if
you
hadn
’
t
met
her
.
If
she
hadn
’
t
introduced
you
to
your
…
um
,
lifestyle
.
”
He
sighs
and
steps
down
into
the
bath
opposite
me
,
his
jaw
clenched
with
tension
,
his
eyes
frosty
.
As
he
gracefully
submerges
his
body
beneath
the
water
,
he
’
s
careful
not
to
touch
me
.
Jeez
—
have
I
made
him
that
mad
?
He
stares
impassively
at
me
,
his
face
unreadable
,
saying
nothing
.
Again
the
silence
stretches
between
us
,
but
I
hold
my
counsel
.
It
’
s
your
turn
,
Grey
—
I
am
not
caving
this
time
.
My
subconscious
is
nervous
,
anxiously
biting
her
nails
—
this
could
go
either
way
.
Christian
and
I
stare
at
each
other
,
but
I
am
not
backing
down
.
Eventually
,
after
what
seems
like
a
millennium
,
he
shakes
his
head
,
and
he
smirks
.
