She’d crept from his room near midnight, flushed and beautiful, her braid finally unraveled. They had talked of male anatomy, of all things, drifting into half sleep between sentences until she had the good sense to kiss his cheek and leave him. Peppered with questions after their lovemaking, Nick found himself trying to translate physical sensation into words, and proved to be completely inarticulate for an experienced man. How could he explain that intercourse—such a sterile word—had never been quite as perfect with any of his lovers as it had been tonight? He didn’t want to compare Eliza to anyone—she was incomparable. He’d sworn not to touch her if she stayed in his bed until morning—beast that he was, he’d abused her twice in rapid succession and deserved to be shot. But by the gods, he’d had no choice. He was bewitched. The real Eliza had exceeded his fantasy Eliza by miles. Being with her was like seeing a sunrise sober for the first time, or tasting a strawberry after a year of going without.
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