Chapter 20 Olivia
I wake in Marie’s bed. It’s still dark outside, but not the pitch black of the dead of night. I look around for a clock, but can’t find one. Marie’s not a woman on a schedule. She doesn’t need to be woken up in the morning. She has an arm slung over my belly and I have to stop myself from reaching for her hand, for intertwining my fingers with hers, because I know what this is. I know what a few orgasms can do to me. For a little while, they make me feel as though I’m a different person. Someone normal, without a million hang-ups and rules she has to live by.
“It’s time,” Sandrine used to say, before taking me by the hand and leading me to our bedroom in the middle of the day. “To take that edge off.” I didn’t always protest, because I knew she was right.
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