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Hilary
Sleep evaded me. I stayed curled in bed, replaying each moment, each gesture, and each action that happened at the club. Everything, from the moment we arrived, to dancing with Gui, and then leaving alone.
I thought I was going to have a panic attack; I was sure of it. I cried on the cab ride home, but the soaking in the bathtub helped. Then there was the ice cream. And after an hour of tossing and turning in bed, I got up and made tea, to see if that would calm me down enough to sleep. No go. It was almost five in the morning and I still hadn’t closed my eyes.
I couldn’t. With my eyes open, I replayed what had happened. With my eyes closed, I felt it all again. Gui’s hand on me, his body pressed against mine, his breath on my neck, his erection …
I sat up, frustrated. What
