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Life is awkward
NEXT MORNING was uncomfortable and embarrassing. They awoke to find themselves cuddled up together, n***d. It wasn’t that Sylvie didn’t remember what had happened. She did–all too clearly; her body thrummed with the muscle and nerve memory of Jean-Luc’s skill. Her s*x moistened at the very thought of it. It wasn’t that she regretted having s*x with him, but she was sensible enough to realize they hadn’t been making love, however tender and thoughtful they had both been with each other. It had been s*x, and s*x with her boss and colleague could make life awkward.
The question was how was he going to act towards her: friendly, amorous, concerned, triumphant? She scanned his face trying to pick up clues to his feelings, but if he had any, he wasn’t showing them. He sat u
