But this time, Daniel has sneaked blankets and pillows in for us. We’ve made a regular little love nest in this place. I want to appreciate it, and his gesture, but the idea that we’ve become so comfortable still digs at me deep down. Like my thought that the mansion bedroom has become my bedroom, the thought that we’ve set up house in a hidden room feels too nice to last. I can’t help but feel that we’re trying to set a foundation atop quicksand instead of the other way around. “What are you thinking?” Daniel asks. I turn out of the spoon to face him. His arm brushes across my bare breasts, and I wonder if we have time, before we’re missed, to go again. Then I laugh in his face. “What?” “You asshole.” “What?” I roll my eyes. “You’re so transparent. Before we had sex, I said that men never ask women what they’re thinking. So I’m just supposed to forget and think this is genuine and not toadying?” “Why would I toady now? I already got what I wanted.” I shift under the blanket, wrinkling the comforter between us and the concrete.
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