“There wasn’t much opportunity,” she says dryly, swallowing hard when she looks over to meet his steady gaze. Suddenly, she thinks of fighting with him, and the way they seemed to move so perfectly in sync with one another, twisting and turning, an intimate back and forth that let them learn how the other’s body worked. The image of it is so clear in her mind, clear enough for him to see. It was almost like dancing, she thinks. “Perhaps not never.”
The challenge in his tone makes her let an amused huff. “You could leave your apartment sometimes, if you wanted to.”
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The challenge in his tone makes her let an amused huff. “You could leave your apartment sometimes, if you wanted to.”