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Claire
My younger sister glared up at me with outrage etched on her face. “What do you mean he doesn’t want to have s*x with you?”
“I mean exactly what it sounds like. And do you have to be so loud?” I hissed at Meg, not wanting Hannah or Harper to overhear us from their cousins’ playdate in Meg’s living room.
“Oh, the girls are too engrossed in their game of Yahtzee to pay any attention to us.” Meg brushed off my valid concern before glaring at me as if she was personally affronted by my revelation. “How could he not want to be intimate with you? He’s always had the hots for you, since we were kids.”
I nodded, well aware that I used to be Alex’s sole desire. She seemed to be expecting an answer from me––even though my husband was the only one who could properly respond to her ques
