Jassy
Karl drifted off to sleep soon after we'd finished making love.
That's what it had been, too. I could feel it in the way he held me so tenderly, in the way I kissed him. Whores didn't kiss men like that no matter how much we got paid. We weren't good enough actresses.
Call it a woman's intuition, but I knew, too, from the way he'd held me, from the way his hands had been so tender on my body, that he was concerned about me. That I would be in danger if I went with him, or that I'd do something stupid.
He was right to be worried, of course. I was going to do something stupid.
Not for the first time, though, I wondered if that was the right choice. I could have a good life with Karl, a great one, even. What girl wouldn't want a smart, tough, sexy man by her side? I could even see
