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Chapter 32

Henri
S anya is pulling away. I can feel it. Gradually over the last two weeks, she’s

become less available. We don’t carpool anymore because she says she has
to stay later. She’s disappeared the last two weekends.
Dinners together have been sporadic. Our conversations have been polite like
two strangers in passing. I’ve tried to pull an emotion out of her. Anything. I
cannot reach her. I’ll get glimpses of the Sanya I fell for when she comes to my room
in the middle of the night. There is no pattern to it. The frequency, days, and times
vary. I used to try to anticipate her arrival, but now I just go to bed as usual and

hope I get to be with her that night. She’ll get my hopes up only to crash them the
again.
The first time it happened, I’d gone to bed dejected because I missed her so
much. Sanya appeared somewhere around two in the morning. She slid her naked
body under the sheets next to mine and planted kisses all over my face, neck, and
chest until I was fully awake. She leaned in closer and whispered. I thought it was a
sleep haze hallucination until she repeated herself.

“Baise-moi.”
Of course, that would be the phrase she would learn. My body rivaled the
finest cars in the world. My lust fueled by Sanya requesting in French for me to
fuck her took me from zero to sixty in one second. I did exactly what she’d asked.
We both screamed and moaned in the dead of the night until we had our fill. I’d
collapsed next to her and held her close. I was content thinking the freeze was over.
Later that morning, I discovered I was wrong.