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Emma
I take one of the blankets which hang over the back of the couch and drape it over Judge. I’m still naked, and that in itself is a sign of how close we’ve become. Usually, with men, I have to get dressed almost as soon as the intimacy is over. Usually, I can’t bear to be naked around men, just naked, with nothing s****l happening. But Judge and I just sat there, naked, drinking and talking. It’s strange; I feel far closer to him than I have to any man before.
He curls up on the sofa. I stand up, go to the bag, and take out shorts and a t-shirt. I wriggle into them and pace up and down the cabin, holding my whiskey in my hand.
Could there be a future with Judge? I suppose it’s not impossible. We love—I stop, having to grip the glass hard to stop from dropping it. My breath attac
