Inara
I can’t believe it. I’m stunned.
Alexander doesn’t move. He seems to be waiting for a reaction from me—or at least an answer.
He spends his life reminding me that I mean nothing to him, so why?
Why can’t I answer him? Normally, I would’ve made it clear that what I do with my body is none of his business.
This time, I can’t bring myself to snap back with one of my venomous lines. I’m scared of disappointing him by giving an answer he doesn’t want.
Since when do I care about what Alexander thinks of me?
And more importantly—since when do I not want to disappoint him?
What the hell is going on with me?
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Alexander
“You have no right to ask me that,” she says.
I can’t tear my eyes away from hers. She looks exhausted. Like a porcelain dol
