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upward. Slowly. Jesus.

He pushes my leg s apart, and then hi s fing ers are ins ide me. I
moan and try to find somet hi ng to ho ld on to. I grip the faucet , just as
he beg ins to work magic.
And then, just like a magician, hi s ha nd disappea rs.
I he ar hi m walking out of the kitchen. I watch as he passes the
front of the count er. He wink s at me, downs the res t of hi s glass of

wine and says, “I’m gonna take a quick sho wer.”
What a teas e.
“You assho le! ” I yel l after hi m.
“I’m no t an assho le! ” he yel ls from my bed room. “I’m a hi ghl y
trained neu rosurgeo n! ”
I laugh and pour mysel f ano ther glass of wine.
I’ll sho w hi m who the tea se rea lly is.

• • •

I’m on my thi rd glass of wine when he walks out of my bed room.

I’m on the pho ne with my mother, so I watch hi m from the couch
as he makes hi s way to the kitchen and pours hi msel f ano ther glass.
That is some seriously good wine.
“Wha t are you doing toni ght ?” my mother asks.
I ha ve her on spea kerp ho ne. R yle is lea ni ng agains t a wall,

watchi ng me talk to her. “Not much. Hel ping R yle study.”
“Tha t sound s . . . no t ver y int eres ting ,” she says.
R yle wink s at me.
“It’s actually ver y int eres ting ,” I say to her. “I hel p hi m study a lot.
Mostly rev iew ing fine- motor cont rol of the ha nd s. In fact, we’l l
probably be up all ni ght studying .”
The thr ee glasses of wine ha s made me frisky. I can’t bel iev e I’m
flirting with hi m whi le I’m on the pho ne with my mother. Gross.

“I gotta go,” I tel l her. “We’re taking Allysa and Marsha ll out to
dinner tomorro w ni ght , so I’ll call you on Mond ay.”
“Oh, where are you taking the m?”
I roll my ey es . The woman can’t take a hi nt . “I don’t kno w. R yle,
where are we taking them?”