Chapter 57

After I regained some power, he helped me go toward a table, lifted me, and placed me on the varnished wood. It was only then that I realized what he had brought us in, a type of library with hardcover books on every wall and a feel that was not all that dissimilar from the worn-out ridges of my own partner. It was intellectual, peaceful, and we had defiled it between the two of us.

With each frayed breath, I swallowed the aroma of our passions, still attempting to find my bearings. My fingers tingle against the torn fabric of my dress as I gently put my touch...